Maria is the CEO and Co-Founder of LingoTim. She cares about the small, frustrating moments that make language learning feel harder than it should — forgetting a word mid-sentence, freezing in a conversation, or knowing more than you can actually say. She writes about vocabulary, communication, learning habits, and practical ways to make a new language part of everyday life.
Maria is the CEO and Co-Founder of LingoTim. She cares about the small, frustrating moments that make language learning feel harder than it should — forgetting a word mid-sentence, freezing in a conversation, or knowing more than you can actually say. She writes about vocabulary, communication, learning habits, and practical ways to make a new language part of everyday life.
Start Spanish with one everyday task: introduce yourself and ask for help. Practice useful words, listen to audio, recall the expressions and change one detail before adding more.
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I was on my friend Sarah's kitchen sofa, talking about an overblown headline, when I said with total conviction, "Well, that's just pure hyper-bowl." She paused for about 1 second, and I watched her work out what I…
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It was a rainy Tuesday night, midway through the fourth episode of a detective series in my target language, when a tired inspector said something dry, clipped, and completely perfect. Twelve hours later, waiting for…
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We were sitting around a low wooden table at a quiet dinner, and I was telling my friend’s new partner about a weekend camping trip to the coast. When I reached the part where the rain started, I said "we rushed back…
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Two weeks into my first long stay in Spain, I knocked over a glass at dinner in Salamanca. I sat up, smiled, and told my host family with total confidence: "Estoy muy embarazada."
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I was leaning over a colleague's desk in our Berlin office, waiting for her to look up from a spreadsheet. When she did, I smiled, pointed at her monitor, and said, "Send me the file today."
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The bakery on the corner of my street is narrow, tiled and perpetually warm, with a queue that backs onto the pavement by nine every Saturday morning. I stood there with two warm cardamom buns on a tray between me…
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I was sitting on a plastic chair in a public clinic in Berlin, clutching ticket number 74, trying to run through one sentence in my head before my turn came up. I could not find a single accurate word for the…
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It was my second month in a rented flat in Valencia, and water was creeping out from underneath the kitchen sink, pooling along the grout lines toward the fridge. I picked up the phone to call the landlady, sitting...
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