I was thinking about to what to this weeks post on and it suddenly came to me a few moments ago. I’m renting a room in Norwich and one of the daughters of the woman I live with is married to a Spanish man, and she speaks to him in fluent, perfect Spanish. And that got me thinking about how incredible language actually is.
I have so so much respect for people who can speak and understand more than their native language. I mean when I got an A in GCSE French I felt like a bloody genius, but then looking back on it knowing how to say “J’ai joue au tennis avec mon frère. Apres J’ai mange ma déjeuner. Apres midi j’ai regarde la télé” (I literally just found this piece of homework entitled Mardi Dernier on my computer and I won’t lie I struggled to remember what some of that means and I am fully aware it makes no sense) is definitely not as impressive as being able to have a full on conversation with someone without hesitation or confusion. I know loads of people both on Twitter and from uni who, when I speak to them in English make me forget they aren’t English because they are so flawless.
I really want to take up French again so maybe one day I can understand actual French people when in actual France. Languages are such beautiful things and you forget just how many there are, so my challenge to you dear reader is to try and learn one sentence in another language, you never know you might fall in love with it.