Twice a week I subject myself to interrogation…err…Visayan lessons. Ate Bebe was my language teacher the first time I was here and she graciously took me on as a student again. It isn’t any easier than it was the first time. I managed to retain quite a bit of vocabulary, however my grammar is still terrible. Luckily, this time around I don’t have to share her with anyone else. Each time we meet, Ate spends 1 hour correcting, listening, and asking me a lot of questions which I give my best effort at answering in the language they were asked. Although language learning does not come very naturally to me, I keep trying, hoping that one day my conversations with patients here will become much more meaningful and fruitful.