An early start. A good thing, that little gap between waking and when the day begins. Last night's music was difficult to sit through. A singer and a pianist, a few classical arias, but then Frank Sinatra, Police's Walking on the Moon, all accompanied by 4 revolving disco lights. The words in the English songs impossible to hear because of the phrasing and emphasis which was pure Spanish - walkinonymyuon . This must be what Spaniards hear when I open my mouth - a polite English man struggling to get past buenos dias . Who is this diary for? For me, for you, for the voice in my head? For what purpose? I don't know, anyway, it's going to be fragmentary. I just thought to write down the date - Friday - but it's Saturday - dia del mercado . Learning a language is so painful, I would say pitiful, with no adult there to repeat the words over and over. Instead, I have a course, un curso , courses being masculine. It's very good http://www.bbc.co.uk/languages/span...