101 Spanish Shows on Netflix

Whether you're trying to learn Spanish or living in a bilingual household, watching TV in Spanish can be a big language boost. It can help you learn to listen to Spanish at a real-life, everyday pace and introduce you to new vocabulary and slang.

We are raising bilingual(-ish) kids, and that's what got me first looking into Spanish cartoons on Netflix. It turned out to be a bit more tricky than I anticipated to locate which shows had Spanish audio available.

Then, my mother-in-law came to visit from Guatemala, and she, too, wanted to watch shows in Spanish. But she wasn't as interested in my list of cartoons. Finally, I thought, "This is a ridiculous. I need a big, bad list of all the shows in Spanish on Netflix!"

So I made one.

Well, maybe not all the shows. I stopped at 101. But I searched for a broad cross-spectrum of programs and movies across all ages and ratings. I wanted to always be able to find something, whether the kids were watching cartoons or we were having a family movie night with my mother-in-law.

And because it is my lifelong mission to help people watch more TV, I wanted to share this list with you!

I'm delighted to present 101 Spanish Shows on Netflix, which is now available for immediate download. Inside, you'll find a comprehensive list of programs in Spanish for every age and taste.

Genres include:

>>> Cartoons
>>> Family sitcoms
>>> Romance movies
>>> Dramas
>>> Action movies
>>> Kids' programs
>>> and more!

I added instructions to help find and switch your audio settings. And, I shared a few tips I've learned during my quest that can help you find more shows in Spanish going forward. (I've almost gotten to where I can guess if a show will have Spanish audio before I look. Should I add this to my résumé??)

So without further ado, here is 101 Spanish Shows on Netflix! Happy Spanish Netflix binging!

Why We Choose Hate

Recently the tragedies have felt non-stop, right?

We've been hit from the left and the right, at home and abroad. And I've been amazed at how difficult it is for our society to offer a humane response. Someone dies and there are shouts of "He deserved it!" People are hurt and others respond, "Told you so!"

The week that Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, and the Dallas police officers were killed, I felt an overwhelming desire to light candles, to gather with others and grieve. But I didn't. I felt somewhat uncertain about how to proceed, how to enter in to a collective mourning.

I think a lot of people feel this way. Or at least that's my assumption based on social media rants.

When I worked with college students in L.A., we visited worship centers for major religions every semester. I accompanied these trips half a dozen times, and one takeaway has always stayed with me. I was intrigued by the ways physicality was a player in so many of these services.

With the Buddhist monk, we sat on small cushions on the floor for the duration of his entire talk. (I was always inwardly very dramatic about my inability to sustain this posture.) There was genuflecting at Catholic mass, and I watched women in brightly colored clothes bow on their rugs at the Islamic center prayer service.  

I tried to find similar physical rituals in my own Christian tradition and couldn't land on any. Sure, we might raise our hands during a worship song or stand and sit when asked by the pastor. But overall, rituals do not seem to play a major role.

I see our lack of ritual emerge again when our country or our world experiences tragedy. There does not seem to be a collective outlets for grief and sorrow. So when left to our individuals devices, we turn to anger and hate.

Why? This quote from James Baldwin hit me square between the eyes: “I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.”

Who really likes dealing with pain? No one I know. So when we can avoid it, we do. And so we ignore grief and sadness and stay in our camps, clinging to hate and anger. It feels easier sometimes. But the pain is still there.

No doubt more tragedies will find their way to our doorsteps or to our news feeds. And while anger and outrage can certainly be justified, may we also pay attention to the pain and sorrow present in our hearts. May we allow ourselves to grieve together as one step on our way to healing.

The Ups and Downs of Raising Bilingual Kids

Someone recently commented on this post from January about goals for raising bilingual kids. Remember January? That magical time of year when we think we can do anything?

And now it's July, and I'm like, "Oh, are we still raising bilingual kids?"

In just over two weeks, my oldest will start kindergarten. Everyone is hyped. (Except Isaac because he already senses he is being left behind, and he promises me, "I can be 5!" I had to tell him it doesn't work like that.)

At her new school, she will take an hour a day of Mandarin Chinese. One hour a day! For the next nine years.

On the one hand, Billy and I are totally amazed and psyched at this unique, global education. On the other, we bemoan the eventuality that her Mandarin is going to bypass her Spanish. Suddenly, there's a twinge of failure in the air.

Do you ever feel like that in raising bilingual kids? Or parenting in general? Like this has not unfolded the way I expected. 

But then yesterday, I overheard Gabriella carry on an entire back and forth conversation with Billy in Spanish. It was simple and short. But it was coherent, and she was making the effort. And then I felt suddenly proud. It's never too late to learn a language, and apparently five is too early to throw in the towel.  

Probably every 6-8 months I write some version of this same post. Realizing for the gazillionth time how hard it is to cultivate the minority language in our kids' lives. Celebrating wildly the glimmers of hope and language success. And acknowledging once again that this is the long game - like most aspects of parenting - and we must recommit, refocus, and journey on. 

So last week when my daughter asked if she could watch her cartoons in English, I was like nope. Because we're revisiting our New Year's hopes and dreams, and if there's one we can definitely do it's watch TV in Spanish! 

In an effort to make watching Spanish TV even easier, I've put together a list of 101 Spanish Shows on Netflix. It includes cartoons, sitcoms, drams, and movies for all ages. You can get your copy of the list here.


Big cheers to all those raising bilingual kids or becoming multilingual themselves. It's a long game, but we can do it!

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