It is, by all accounts, not for the faint of heart. But it taps into a broader shift in how we travel. Language-learning holidays are fast becoming one of the most popular corners of experiential travel, as people seek trips that teach something tangible – whether cooking, photography or painting – rather than simply ticking off landmarks or lying on a beach for a week. Fluenz takes that idea and applies the rigour of a structured course to a travel experience: exceptional teachers, engaging lessons, and carefully curated activities spread across the city.
Immersion activities range from bookshop visits to art exhibitions in Spanish. Photo / Lucy Pearson
Gil notes: “We have grown deliberately over many years by identifying fascinating locations to learn Spanish across the globe. Our expansion is rooted in providing different types of experiences for every kind of learner, ensuring the level of intensity and the environment match the student’s personal goals.”
I’d actually done a Fluenz immersion before, when I first came to Mexico City three years ago, for their standard immersion course. I could barely string two sentences together in Spanish. My entire vocabulary consisted of something like, “lo siento, no comprendo, soy ingles” (I’m sorry, I don’t understand, I’m English) and “un vaso de agua por favor, sin limon”. Not exactly the linguistic foundation one hopes for after spending more than a decade worth of summers in Spain, where my grandfather had retired.
After that first trip, I returned to Sydney determined to become fluent. I spent the better part of a year working through Fluenz’s online software, waking at ungodly hours to memorise conjugations and reflexive verbs. But despite the many 5am starts where I would be bellowing conjugations at my laptop – and a level of determination my friends hadn’t seen in me since I was chasing unsuitable men at university – fluency remained stubbornly out of reach. Eventually, I gave up, drifted towards Italian and French, and packed away a stack of Spanish notebooks – about 10 of them – filled with painstakingly written vocabulary lists and grammar exercises, never to see the light of day again.
Pearson found the experience transformative, improving her confidence and connection to the local culture. Photo / Lucy Pearson
The idea of going back to Mexico resurfaced – as these things often do – rather unexpectedly. Late last year, I met someone from El Salvador on the beach, who, when I mentioned I’d once studied Spanish, immediately began speaking to me in it. I struggled to respond in anything other than a few halting sentences. It was humbling, to say the least. After all those hours of study, I still couldn’t hold a proper conversation.
Perhaps it was something about my looming 40th birthday, and realising how short life is, but the idea of giving Spanish one more serious attempt started to feel less like a choice and more like something I had to do. Not another online course, but total immersion. And so, a few months later I found myself back in Mexico City.
Before arriving in Mexico, every student completes an online assessment to determine their level. Mine placed me somewhere in the awkward middle ground between beginner and intermediate – confident enough to get myself into conversations, but not always confident enough to get myself out of them.
Each day includes three hours of one-to-one lessons plus a 90-minute lunch. Photo / Lucy Pearson
The lessons begin promptly at 9am. Over the week, I’m assigned three teachers – Aldo, Isabela and Laura – all of whom I want to be my best friend within about two days. There’s no sugar-coating the fact that the lessons are hard. Fluenz’s teaching method is famously precise and cumulative; they know exactly which words and grammatical structures you’ve learned and in what order. Each lesson builds methodically on the last, pushing you forward whether you feel ready or not.
On the first day, I order a much-needed glass of prosecco over lunch; Aldo smiles patiently as I attempt to explain something complicated about my life in Sydney, stopping occasionally to correct a verb, suggest a better phrase or steer me back to Spanish when I veer off-course.
By the end of the week, Lucy Pearson feels a clear shift in her confidence. Photo / Lucy Pearson
One morning we tackle two of the most infuriatingly irregular verbs in Spanish. By mid-morning, my brain feels wrung out. But there’s something strangely addictive about the challenge. With one-to-one teaching, there’s nowhere to hide: every mistake is corrected, every sentence improved.
By the second or third day, something shifts. Sentences come faster, my confidence is growing, and I’m no longer mentally translating everything from English first.
The immersion activities take place after the morning lesson, which vary from day to day but are always designed to push you out into the city. One day, Laura takes me to several bookshops – easily my favourite activity – where I attempt to ask staff whether they stock particular titles. I stumble through the conversation, but the booksellers are unfailingly kind and encouraging.
Another day, Isabela takes me to an art exhibition in one of Polanco’s prettiest parks, where we wander between sculptures while discussing them entirely in Spanish. Aldo spends a morning helping me read a novel printed in both English and Spanish, one page facing the other. I roll my eyes dramatically whenever he insists we stay on the Spanish side, begging for a break.
These exercises reveal something language apps and textbooks rarely capture: how deeply a language is tied to place. Ordering food, asking for directions, browsing a bookshop – suddenly the city becomes more porous, more accessible.
Learning a language, however frustrating it can be, is also deeply liberating. It changes the way you experience a place – not just as a visitor passing through, but as someone able to participate, however imperfectly, in everyday life.
Mexico City Spanish immersion bootcamp: can a week make you fluent? Photo / Pyro Jenka on Unsplash
By the time my final lesson finishes, I’ve fallen even more deeply in love with Mexico City than I did the first time I visited. Its neighbourhoods feel more familiar now, its rhythms easier to navigate.
On the cab ride to the airport, I cry almost the entire way. Partly because leaving always feels abrupt – but mostly because I already miss my teachers, and I know I’ve crossed some invisible threshold with Spanish. I’m not fluent yet, but I’m no longer standing on the outside of the language looking in. The moment I land back in Sydney, it’s impossible to resist signing up for another Zoom immersion.
The phrase “life-changing” gets thrown around easily in travel writing, but this trip with Fluenz genuinely changed my life. It reminded me that learning – real, difficult learning – can still happen long after school is over. And that sometimes the best way to understand a place is simply to learn how to talk to the people who live there.
The journalist travelled courtesy of Fluenz.