My Spanish is getting better.
At first, I felt like it would never improve. My job is in English. My social life is in English. My home is an English speaking home. I read English on the computer. I watch English television. I listen to English music. I live an English language life.
This is not to say that I never speak with the Spanish teachers, speak Spanish at home, read Spanish, or listen to Spanish. I do and I have since arriving. But for months it felt like the Spanish I used never changed, never grew.
Then one day I had a Spanish moment: I used a word I had never used before without even thinking about it. I needed the word and there it was, coming from my mouth. I had no idea where the word has been or how it got there.
I felt wonderful for many weeks simply based on this one little moment. But then, as those weeks passed, I did not have any other Spanish moments. No surprise words but many moments without any to communicate the things I wanted–or needed–to communicate. I started once again to feel like I was standing at the bottom of the mountain.
Then I started my Spanish classes. Again. This marks the fourth time in my life I have enrolled in beginners Spanish classes. However, this time I started at level two instead of the beginning–I suppose that is a sign of progress. And for the first few weeks I was very excited. I was picking up some vocabulary and learning tenses I had never been able to access before. I felt good about myself.
After a few weeks of classes, I decided to go home and speak Spanish with Salvador. It took a long time to get him to stop speaking English, but he did. That night, I had my first expressive conversation in Spanish. I had words for everything I wanted to say, even if they weren’t as specific as the words I wanted.
For a while, I felt amazing. Then, as before, that feeling faded. I began to feel like everything I said was recycled, that I had no new words, no new ideas. I was trapped in my little, Spanish box.
Last week, I had a conference with a parent. She spoke no English and my translator was busy. So I started in Spanish. At first I was shaky, looking for words I didn’t have. But the longer it went on, the easier the words came. By the end they were rapid, comfortable, and not so horribly accented. When the conference was over, I felt amazing–I had done something I had wondered if I would ever be able to do, just six months into my time in Mexico.
I’m sure the pattern will repeat many times before I am fluent. But, for now, I am still holding onto the high from my conference and looking forward to the next step in my Spanish journey.
Good for you! I have been here, what feels like forever, and still don’t have the nerves to try to speak in Spanish. I wish I had access to a class that could teach me. I don’t think such a thing exists in my little town.
I would imagine that would make you feel a little bit more “at home” being comfortable to speak the language down here.
Woohoo! That’s awesome. And your Spanish will definitely continue to improve.
Good for you. You sound like me. I have been here on and off for a year now and I pick up words here and there but I am still not fluent. I am not a big talker I usually just listen to people and that is easy to do with Javi’s family. Sometimes though they will ask me a question and a new word will just come out of my mouth and I had no Idea where it came from.
This house is an only spanish speaking home, So I have to try and get by myself while Javi is at work, but once he comes home he only speaks to me in english and like you I talk on the computer in english, tv and music in english so sometimes it is hard to move forward. One day!!
Wow! That is awesome. I’m sure you’ll be completely fluent in no time. Especially the way you have immersed yourself. Way to go.