Sometimes a thousand words are better than one

Reading or having a conversation in a foreign language can be a tricky thing. Mistakes and misunderstandings can happen, and they can take many forms. It may be a simple grammatical error, a funny misunderstanding or create an incident if you mistakenly insult someone.

In its simplest form, you simply use incorrect grammar. In my experience here in Mexico, when I make a grammatical error, the person I am speaking with simply repeats what I said, but they say it correctly, and for that I am grateful. No lectures or condescension, simply a correction of my grammar.

The next problem was what to do if I didn’t know the Spanish word for what I wanted to say. Decades ago, I also spoke German, so initially, when I wanted to say something and didn’t know the word in Spanish, I would automatically say it in German. It was like my brain was telling me, “You need to say this word in a foreign language – not English – so use this German word instead.”

I asked one of my sisters, who was a certified legal translator for the Spanish language, how she dealt with it. She told me to just describe what I want to say. One example was, if I couldn’t remember the word for “dog,” just say “that animal that chases cats.” It still helps me, even though I don’t automatically substitute German words for Spanish anymore. Though – that habit might begin again, as I have decided to start studying German again. I have forgotten a lot of it, but the vocabulary is returning quickly, so I guess the German language is still buried in my brain somewhere.

These are a few examples of holding-your-head-in-your-hands mistakes.

Now, onto gasping, turning red and “i can’t believe I said that – I am so sorry” mistakes.

For many years people have at times assumed that I am angry when my facial muscles are simply relaxed and I’m not thinking of anything in particular. In the U.S. there’s a term for that – “Resting B……. (rhymes with witch) Face. We use it among friends, and everyone understands what it means. No one is insulted.

Well, I wanted to explain to my neighbors why my face apparently shows an emotion that I do not have and looked online for a translation. I sent the explanation them by WhatsApp and used words in Spanish that I found on the Spanishdict.com site. My friends were horrified and wondered why I would say such a thing. Fortunately, I was talking about myself. Apparently, the word I used is an extremely derogatory term for a certain type of woman.

A relative of my friend was in her house when I went to explain. This relative spoke excellent English, had lived in the United States for years, and also explained to her that the term was innocuous there. But – I understood that it was something that I should never use again.

Lesson learned.

So it is important, when translating concepts or common terms from your native language, it might be wise to consult with a native speaker, or use the thousand words to describe what you want to say before depending on automatic translation services, such as Google Translate or Spanishdict.

Things that remind me of my birth country

Sometimes a sight, a smell or a taste of food might remind you of the country of your birth. I had that feeling tonight and it took me by surprise. I loved living in New York, but after 66 years, I had enough of the cold and snow and vowed that upon retirement, I would buy a house somewhere, anywhere, where I would never have to see snow again. It just so happened that after years of volunteering here I decided that Colima would be my new forever home. When it gets really, REALLY cold (for Mexico), we will see snow on top of the volcanoes, but never in our village.

Right now it is the beginning of the rainy season here in Colima, Mexico. It barely rained a few nights ago, but every evening and into the night we have rolling mist. Heavy mist that reminds me of ocean waves. The air is cool and you can feel the moisture on your skin.

Tonight I was looking up at the sky, and suddenly had the same feeling I had in the past when it was snowing in New York. The air is cool, the sky is white, and there is absolute silence in the air. Not a single sound can be heard.

Of course, I am in a completely different climate, with foliage that can never be mistaken for New York State, but for the time I was standing outside, my mind was back in New York looking at the sky and experiencing the silence that accompanies a soft snowfall.