There is a Gaelic school in Scotland where in the past one professor was an American who'd learned it in Nova Scotia, or Alba Nuadh as we cool kids say. I found a Gaelic College there in NS but 3/4 of the classes were dancing and playing instruments with some language.
Bizarrely there are Scottish Gaelic speakers, or at least learners, everywhere walking undetected amongst us. When I first started I slapped some common phrases like "100 thousand welcomes" and "I like Whisky" in shaky calligraphy on cardboard and tossed them in with my art at some shows. First show, in Birmingham, a guy starts reading them out loud with good pronunciation, which you'd never do without training. I jabbered him up with what little I knew, and we were both beginners but we were loud and it sounded Gaelic.
Another time this dude who looked like a fuzzy clone of me was giving my booth the eyeball, and it turned out he competed in Highland Games for Clan [My Mom's Maiden Name.] He was more about throwing heavy objects than speaking foreign languages, but he pretty much understood some basics and said he knew guys on the circuit who were fluent.
Not that it matters for a Boutique Language, the fun is doing it for yourself. But the Internet has exploded lots of old limits. I remember trying to learn a little bit years ago from a book. "Is toil leam" means "I like." I was going around saying "Is TOIL lee-am." I finally hear some native speakers online, that's "ISta lum."
Dork-ass fuckin mispronunciation.