...what happens to a language when an English speaker married to a Cuban Spanish speaker determines to learn SOME Spanish, ANY Spanish, no matter how little natural language ability is knocking around the ol' DNA.
I'm looking at it as "free language immersion," or "the tutor who cannot escape"...hahaha
Yes, after failed attempts at becoming proficiently illiterate in both French and Russian in my younger years, I realize this is a missed opportunity...why not actually learn a language in my lifetime, or if not actually learning it, why not drive others totally to distraction trying to learn one, when I'm so good at doing that? Because I'm all about fulfilling my real potential at creating international incidents.
So I've asked Jack to only speak to me in Spanish, unless he's complaining to the management about something related to survival or locating his clean clothes in a timely fashion. So far, we've done ok because the first phrase I've written down (and carry in a notebook with other phrases, everywhere I go) is "how do you say_____?" and "I have no idea what cotton pickin' word you just said...please repeat."
Today I expanded my horizons and visited the library in hopes of perusing their vast Spanish language selection. Then I found out that although I live in Florida, my library stocks about as many Spanish language materials and books as I'd guess some outpost in Wisconsin might. Truly. The children's book section was not much better. But I did get the Spanish language version of Curious George. That will be a real relief for all those real life situations in which I'll need to point to a monkey on a bicycle or say "the man in the yellow hat."
But it's truly a fun experiment! I've decided to be fearless and not worry about grammar up front, and just learn like a little kid by putting words together in ways I hope gets the point across, and letting Mi Esposo help me polish it to some level of understandability.
I'm already really getting good, after just one day. I tuned in to an AM band radio station while driving today, and in some broadcast from Cuba, understood the words "Frank Sinatra" and "Clark Gable." I sure have an ear for those Spanish words...ha!
Got any war stories about learning another language...any advice? I'm all orejas!