Well, that’s not its name. Don’t know what YMSh means. But do know that the way up is a short 2 clicks. First half is 5 foot wide stone stairway. The rest is rougher stone, 3 feet wide. Both are steep with something like 50 feet of levelish ground in the whole way. If I had counted the steps in Chinese, I’d ‘a had to take camping gear.
The top was socked in so there was nothing to see. Windy and kinda cold. Nice walk, though. The mountain is either really close to or inside the city. Took a city bus to the hike.
Learning Chinese. Heck, learning anything:
It’s been a long time since I’ve learned anything that’s not filling in existing knowledge. So, it’s interesting to experience. One thing that I’d either never learned or had forgotten years ago is how it could be nice to have someone to smooth out the emotional part of learning. Encouragement.
After riding on a bus for 40 minutes and hearing only unintelligable chatter, I’m walking down the sidewalk hear someone behind me saying two words of one of the half dozen “phrases” I should be learning. Score! Better feeling: I can hear in my head the phrase I should learn spoken by a fluent person. So I street-wisper it and, hey, it sounds pretty good.
But other times, when I can’t seem to say a half word without mangling it – depths of despair.
Yep, encouragement is probably good. Or, perhaps, at least someone to remind you that it’s not going *that* badly.
Best part about learning to speak is the (surprised) light in a fluent persons eyes when you say something right. That’s the object of the game. But, dang, it’s hard to get.