You read more than you think. A recipe, a thread, a chapter of el libro you keep not finishing. The long article you saved for la mañana.
Somewhere in the middle of all that reading there is a small gap, and one word from another language could sit in it muy comfortably. Not a lesson. Not a flashcard. Just one word1, un poco strange, inside a sentence that already tells you what it means.
Tomorrow the word returns. It comes back the day after, and again next week, until la palabra is simply yours. Nothing else about the page changes. The recipe is still the recipe. The thread is still too long, pero the new word stays.