Spanish wasn't an option in my secondary school when I studied there, although now it is. I enjoyed languages, and was good at them (partly thanks to the help of my mum, who teaches languages, helping me out at home - checking my written work, and doing mock oral tests with me). I studied French for 6 years, and German for 3. I never thought I'd go on to study more languages in the future though.
I had no idea what I wanted to "be" when I grew up, but knew I didn't want to be a teacher! Both my parents were teachers, as well as a handful of my aunts and uncles, and I was most certainly going to do something different with my life. So when I left school I applied to study Divinity and History of Art at university.
As a family we'd always gone on holiday to France and Germany (where mum spoke the languages), so when I went on a voluntary 6-week building project to the Dominican Republic in the summer between school and university, the fact that I couldn't understand ANYTHING the locals said made a huge impression on me.
So there I was at university, studying two subjects I didn't really know why I'd picked, determinedly avoiding anything language related, because I wanted to do something "different." And then I found myself choosing Beginners Spanish as an extra course to fill up my credits. At the time I wasn't really conscious of this, but it must have been a direct result of experiencing being in a foreign country without being able to understand anything.
I was enjoying my Spanish course more than History of Art, and definitely more than Divinity, where I'd found myself surrounded by a bunch of people who were all studying to become church ministers. And thanks to the flexibility in Scottish universities, half way through my first year I was able to change my degree to Hispanic Studies. I realised I was doing what I was good at, and what I loved - and I knew I'd made the right decision.
I spent my year abroad as a language assistant in Zaragoza, Spain, and essentially as an au-pair too, as I was living with a Spanish family who asked me to spend time with their daughter in exchange for very cheap accommodation. I learned so much Spanish in those 10 months. I carried a notebook around everywhere I went, I had an "intercambio" (a 1-2-1 language exchange), I watched Spanish TV (even though most of it was a load of rubbish!), and was just totally emerged in the language. I was in my element!
After finishing my degree, I decided to go back to Spain, as I still didn't know what I wanted to do. I was putting off "the big decision" - or so I thought. And I've been living in Madrid ever since!
At first I didn't study formally, although I had a few "intercambios," and I was constantly looking up things I heard that I didn't know. I didn't watch as much Spanish TV as before, but I started to read a lot - newspapers, magazines and novels. Then, last year, I decided I wanted to study more formally. I found a teacher, and started classes. For about 8 months I worked towards the DELE exam, which I sat, and passed, in May last year.
But the learning never stops! I think that's really why I love learning languages - there's always more to learn, and yet it's extremely satisfying, because as soon as you learn something new, even just one or two new words, you can try them out and you see immediate results.