There were some loud ass frogs living in my backyard for a while and they would drive my mom crazy with their ribbiting at night. so now even hearing crickets at night takes me through a ratatouille-proustian flashback. Proustian Frogs… new band name? Probably not
step 1: learn it
step 2: plan to move there
step 3: fall in love in a completely different country and learn that language instead, completely overriding the language you just learned
on second thought just skip to step 3
