There was only one problem: My aunt had read an article on how the language pathways in the brain shrivel up and die after age two, and she presented this to me just as I was contemplating my summer opportunity. I would never be fluent in another language. I had missed my chance. Two-year-old me had slacked off and now 16-year-old me was going to pay for it by never speaking intelligible Spanish.
To this of course I might offer this
Oh, the cost of believing everything we read. I hear you. At some point, when we simply go DO, we end up being fine. At 58 I learned a good bit of Thai. Hell, Spanish would have been much easier.