I am waiting for my Spanish breakthrough. It's possible I am going to scrap Spanish school and start spending time in the bars. There are two reasons this approach may offer more success: (a) the bartenders and waiters speak mostly Spanish and (b) I can say, with confidence, I am better after a few drinks. I considered finding a Nicaraguan chico to help me, and then I learned that many of the local men think that western women should PAY for their company. Honestly, what is that all about?
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Learning Spanish
I've had about 30 hours of Spanish instruction and am certain I should know a lot more than I do. For example, when I talk to locals on the street I can get my point across to them, but when they start talking it's like I am back in Asia. I completely glaze over because I have no idea what they are saying. I'd even go so far as to say the language I have spent hours studying is barely recognizable when spoken to me on the street. I can understand my teacher, but she's the only one. She speaks slow and with intention. I don't understand the TV, can't read the papers, and can't understand a word unless it's America, Nicaragua or barato (which means cheap). Last night I was part of a debate over whether there are 6 or 7 continents (I know this because an English speaking friend told me). My only contribution to this debate was to shake my head and say siete whenever I heard seis, and I was passionate about my position. Come to find out, we were both right. Nicaraguans, as well as many Europeans, are taught that the Americas are one continent and therefore a total of 6.
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