Right.

This Catalan thing is ON.

I'm going to learn Catalan, go to Barcelona in May, and bloody well speak it.
I'm go to order the shit out of some tapas and absolutely nail asking for directions to the bloody wall, all in the local lingo.

Sure, they'll all reply to whatever I've said in English.
Sure, they'll start speaking to me in English at the first sight of my pallid forearms and the nervous quiver of my upper lip.

But at least I'll have tried.

It's an hour a day from now on.

Oh yes.

I'm certainly not going to lose interest and drift into not bothering.

Oh no.

Not this cowboy.