We can all be sure that my memory will be with me for at least a week longer after this evening's efforts. The music group I go to to keep my Catalan in trim decided this was the week for a movie. Lovely. It was in French. I have not thought in, spoken or meaningfully heard French in a very very long time, but I still can generally follow it. Sorta kinda.
The subtitles were in Spanish, which as you heard, I can speak better than I thought I could.
The two languages, both of which I am not accomplished at at the moment, offered up simultaneously, and me trying to listen to one and read the other at the same time?
I could actually feel my brain creaking like a ship groaning in a seaway.
It actually wasn't too bad after the first 20 minutes or so, as long as I didn't think about it. Then I was dead.