It could be considered that yes, Spanish, has a degree more tangibility about it. But question: where is the goodness in learning it if, say, the mind behind the tongue that utters it is of no worth? Like anything, it starts from the word. View it as say, the alchoholic who finally admits that they have a problem. Therein lies the path to recovery. And then...as if by magic...the doors start to open for all new possibilities. It is all well and good wanting that new house, a boyfriend, a baby, learning a new language, improving our tango etc. but what does it mean if we are not striving first and foremost to be a good person? Both within and without. I remember a question my father once asked me when one day (or could've been an entire month) I was behaving like an utter wretch. "Heather," he said, "tell me, don't you want people at your funeral". Ha, ha, ha.