漏屋:外语学习的真实方法及误区分析
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now. Hence the mail to all final throw, I’m getting snowed
under like it was Dundee in 1977. My apologies.
Since they tore the Dell from my steely grip eleven
months ago, it’s been Kashgar, Beijing, Thailand, Beijing
and now Catalunya, the Baleares, once more. A summer
sabbatical sailing around the three little Mediterranean
beauties. We have been spinning the boat around the
coasts of Ibiza, Mallorca and Menorca more times than the
plundering Phoenicians, Turks, Moors and Romans put
together. If they all came here for their holidays there’s got
to be something to the place.
We sailed out of Port Vell on the night of Sant Joan,
the patron saint of Cataluna. The whole midnight coast
a-blaze with fireworks. Could have been just for us, but
wasn ’ t, we didn ’ t care. The crossing over the
Mediterranean to the islands takes around 24 hours and
I’ve always fished and caught something big and scary
during it. This time it was an early morning Dorada out for
the papers and rolls, he got a mouthful of Rapala instead.
Depending on which part of the world you are in, a Dorada