I never realized when this point happened, but I’ve crossed a major threshold with Spanish. I’m not particularly more fluent than I was a year ago when I was actively taking classes (since I do so little speaking of it) although I’m doing a lot more reading of it. My vocabulary is definitely increasing all the time by dribs and drabs as I read weblogs but that’s not the big thing.
At some point I stopped punting whenever I ran across Spanish, written or spoken. If I see something that pops up in Feedster in French or Russian, I immediately skip it because there is no point. If a post arrives in Spanish, I always read it. Depending on how much vocabulary I have in common with the post, I may not understand very much of it but I give it the shot. Spanish has stopped being a “skip this, you won’t understand it” cognitive experience for me. This doesn’t make me comprehend any more of it or speak it any better, but it seems like a major milestone from my perspective of the language. I don’t automatically give up when I encounter it but instead make a stab at extracting as much meaning as I can. Progress continues.