the road ahead...

the road ahead...
I learned that sometimes a [life] journey can take you to a place that is not on any map. Cold Fever

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Adventures with English in Ireland



I'm going to Ireland?
taken from loveniamh.wordpress.com
When I found out that I would be relocating yet again to a different country, the nomad in me couldn’t help but anticipate the excitement and wonder of experiencing yet another new place with a great new mix of people, smells, sounds, and energy. However, I must admit that Ireland had never been on my list of prospective countries to live in, or really even visit. For one, they speak English(!) and as a well-known language-learning addict, what’s the point of going to a new place if there isn’t another language to learn? I know there is Irish Celtic, but unfortunately unless you find yourself in the Gaeltacht, the Irish speaking region of Ireland, which is very small and isolated, everyone speaks English and most prefer it to Irish.

Despite this, I didn’t want to underestimate Ireland and what it might have in store for me, because even though they speak English, or so I thought, I knew the culture still could hold many surprises. In fact I have been both pleasantly and miserably surprised at times by this country, but I definitely found myself surprised in one way that I never expected.

The wonderful world of British English

I knew that the Irish speak English, and that they have an Irish accent (I’m a regular Dick Tracey, I know). Then there’s the obvious: words like “center” now have a seemingly more prestigious spelling such as, “centre.” Additionally, I have to remember that words such as, “organization” must now be spelled with an “s” and not a “z." Of course, let’s not forget that a “u” suddenly appears in words for no apparent reason, like “colour” and “favourite” and “neighbour”. 

All of these small changes though, I was expecting to be surrounded by during my stay in Ireland after teaching British English in Russia last semester. What I wasn’t expecting, was to on a daily basis be learning such new and yet basic vocabulary and phrases in English that I had never heard before in my life. Something like telling time, asking directions, asking for someone to pick something up at the grocery might reveal such language that now has me questioning how well I really speak English (Isn’t this my native language?)

English is a foreign language

Indeed, I often feel like a second language learner in Ireland, sometimes needing to hear these new words in context multiple times. I must ask for examples of how to use these new phrases or words before I gain the confidence to try them out on my own.

Two examples from this week include:

“In the race last weekend it was absolutely Baltic and not many people came out.”
"X" marks the spot and the location
of the Baltic Sea. The Baltics
commonly refers to the countries of
Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania.
I learned that the use of the adjective “Baltic” does not only refer to region abound the Baltic Sea and the countries of Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania, but also is used to express when it is f*ing freezing outside. It made me wonder why the Irish didn’t just go all the way and say “arctic” or “antarctic” but I guess describing the weather as such would be too extreme a hyperbole. Since windswept snow dunes don’t regularly appear here, perhaps it’s just an image no one can reconcile themselves with…though on a personal note, I would far prefer snow to the freezing temperature rain with its sustained winds at 20mph that just leaves a human with no hope of staying dry or warm. At least with snow I stand a chance, as proven by the clothes I bought when I was in Russia that were both warmer than anything I’d ever found in the US and way more stylish.

Saturday week I have another race”
This one had me responding with a really confused and disturbed face to roommate, “come again? What?” and needing many examples from him in order to fully understand that his construction wasn’t a mistake or laziness, but rather an actually utilized construction in the English language. It took me a few examples on his end and creating a couple of made up sentences on my end to fully grasp how it is naturally used in context.

Honestly, I don’t think this phrase sounds like English, and I can guarantee that if my students said this in class last semester in Tula that I would have corrected them. While I stand that it just sounds off, it does in fact make some sense. This construction implies that something will occur a week from the day stated before it. This way you don’t have to worry about confusing “next Saturday” and have to clarify if that implies the upcoming Saturday (the next Saturday to arrive), but rather you know it means the 2ndSaturday from now. You can also say, “yesterday week”, “tomorrow week” and so on…pretty cool eh?

I have a lot to learn

Well, this is just the tip of the iceberg to give you a small taste of this language that I once thought I knew pretty well, but have learned since arriving in Ireland that this is not the case. In Ireland as in Russia, for instance when I first started to understand the ladies at the checkout register at the grocery store…I am learning to understand and to navigate, myself, this new found vocabulary of the Irish English…and what a pleasant and fun adventure it is providing!

Friday, September 9, 2011

¡La vida es una Milonga! (versione italiana e spagnola)

La Vida es una Milonga
Todo el mundo está esperando
mejorar su situación;
todos viven suspirando
con razón o sin razón.
Todo el mundo se lamenta
si en las buenas ya no están;
nadie aguanta la tormenta
si la contra se le da.
La vida es una Milonga
y hay que saberla bailar,
que en las pista está sobrando
el que pierde su compás.
La vida es una Milonga
y hay que saberla bailar,
porque es triste estar sentando
mientras bailan los demás.



ITALIANO:
La vita è una Milonga
Tutto il mondo spera
di migliorare la propria situazione;
tutti vivono sospirando
con o senza ragione.
Tutto il mondo si lamenta
della cattiva sorte;
nessuno tollera il temporale
se gli se dà torto.
La vita è una Milonga
e bisogna saperla ballare,
perché in pista abbondano
quelli che perdono il tirmo.
La vita è una Milonga e bisogna saperla ballare,
perché è triste rimanere seduti
mentre gli altri stanno ballando.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

The Sinusoidal Experience


I knew that by choosing to put myself in an unknown country, unknown culture, and sometimes what appears to be a very unknown language, that I was signing up for the most exciting, wonderful, and scary roller coaster that exists. Whoever thought that six flags could come out with that...they are wrong. Just try moving by yourself to a different continent and try to start a life there. When everything is a challenge, trying to buy food, use the clothes washer, navigate public transit....it can be very draining.

I have been here a little over one week now, and I have had some great moments of emotion overcome me when I am just bursting with joy, knowing that this was the right decision to come here, and at times have returned back to my room, thinking, "What have I done?", and lamenting the fact that I won't be seeing American supermarkets, the availability of fresh milk, and juice containers that are larger than 1 liter, until December 21, which at times seems so far away.

Thankfully, that first wave of major anxiety has left me, and now, with all of my energy and drive to fill up my time, I have found too many activities and am realizing that before I know it, my my time will be up here...and then I'll be in a supermarket somewhere in the US, with my 2 gallons of fresh milk, ingredients for a salad, and lots and lots of orange juice in my shopping cart, while simultaneously lamenting everything that Buenos Aires had to offer, and all that I soaked up and learned to love when I was here.

Currently I am signed up for an intensive Spanish course (5days/wk 3hrs/day), which has such wonderful people in it. I am also taking an Italian class at the same university for languages, with all Argentinians! I am taking tango lessons 3x/week, and about to go to my first milonga tonight! I am signed up for a set of orientation classes for aspiring translators with the Colegio de traductores publicos de la ciudad de Buenos Aires. On top of that, while there was more I wanted to sign up for, and probably will soon...there are numerous concerts, plays, dance performances, and cultural events that I have the opportunity to attend with my new found friends...it also may occasionally include yoga and kick boxing classes (with this air pollution, I am very sad, but will definitely NOT be trying to run while I am here)....and while I will not be signing up for that chocolate class, because 12 Friday evenings is just too many...when I don't have many more Fridays than that here....there is so much to do in this city and I feel so fortunate to have landed here.

While I know I will have more lows, when I miss things very dear to me from home, I also know that I have already started to create the groundwork to keep having many great learning opportunities....I finally feel fully submerged in this porteña experience, and confident in myself that I can do it and can create a wonderful experience here.



Friday, September 2, 2011

Un paseo por la ciudad...



Finally Thursday I remembered to take my camera and to snatch some photos while on my grand expedition across the city...what amazes me is how clear the sky looks, but it is deceiving, because this same air made me so very sick, with the worst headache of my life...anyways...

The first picture is a shot taken from the median of Avenida 9 de Julio, which is an extremely wide and long road. I took the colectivo (what they call public pus here) to San Telmo, one of the tango barrios in order to scope a future school where I will be studying tango.. (cost ends up at about $4/lesson!). I am very excited to start tango classes here!

From San Telmo I ventured North and walked up to a more central part of the city...and stumbled in to Plaza del Congreso. where I saw this....see the Argentinian flag?

and this too....
...it was really nice to see some open space in this very congested city..so I enjoyed the pause from my walk and inundation of exhaust fumes for a little while, and people watched and dog watched...Buenos Aires is a very dog friendly city, and it is nice to see dogs of all shapes and sizes.....Oh, I also noticed one building this image, which I assume is Eva Peron...Then as I continued my journey I walked by some lovely old structures, most of which, due to how narrow the streets I couldn't get a decent picture...but this apartment complex looked incredible...
and then this building reminded me of Paris. I guess this architecture is one reason they call Buenos Aires the Paris of South America, and strolling through some of these neighborhoods I swear that the Seine could have been just around the corner...I think I hear la vie en rose playing in the distance....
....or is it a Libertango?




Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Pizza, Café, Nossé...



That is the name of a little place I stumbled in to Tuesday at 3pm, starving...and awkwardly, like any foreigner in a new place, had to figure out how I get food...

Thankfully the two gentlemen working there, the barista and camarero, were both friendly and helped me out and I ended up with agua con gas, and a tarta de verduras con queso....which was amazing and delicious.

Then the next day, Wednesday morning, still unable to find the trash in the kitchen at my house, and afraid of the weird coffee maker, I tried venturing out for my coffee and figured I´d try this place again....and again the confrontation with the awkardness of figuring out how to order what I want, at least this time both gentlemen were ready for me with smiles and patience...

After my order attempt, I don´t think they pronounce cappuccino the same here, and brioche, was completely not understood....but after some confusion and pointing I now have learned that it is media luna here...one more vocabulary word down..now to adjust to the form of vos instead of , which is a totally different form from vosotros or ustedes....and throws me for a loop every time I hear it...but I digress...

This beautiful locale, which is my beacon of hope because they will feed me, and the many other´s like it in this city, for some reason are confusing to my brain because I walk in and always want to speak Italian to the waiter...It has been a challenge not to say Buon giorno as a greeting, or cuant'è when asking for the price...perhaps the ambience reminds me so much of Italy...though when I order a cappuccino here it is definitely a different experience and Buenos Aires most definitely is not Italy...

It is still just the beginning of my adventure and I have a lot to learn and a long way to go...at least moving forward I know I stumbled on to a gem, this little café, Pizza, Café, Nossé...





Tuesday, August 30, 2011

El viaje...y un poco después, la llegada

After a 12 hour delay of my flight...arriving at 9pm instead of 9am on Monday...I finally made it to Buenos Aires, safe and sound, and very happy to have the act of traveling behind me...I had a wonderful send off in Chicago on Sunday with gorgeous coffee, breakfast, weather, and company.

Upon arrival, I met my driver, who was a hilarious man, originally from Sicily. He was so delighted to speak Italian with me, and tried teaching me some Sicilian as well. This only majorly confused what Spanish I could muster at the end of a long trip...I don't know by the end what language I was speaking, but at least we understood each other.. :-)..

I enjoyed his "relationship advice", which he felt qualified to share because he was 38 and had been happily married for 14 years...He explained that the problem here (in Buenos Aires), is that there are many more women than men, and so the men like to try out many different women. He adamently expressed that it is demasiado lío (too much of a mess), when men try to have 3 or more women...but he thought 2 was perfectly ok. He doesn't think they should be greedy and go for 3.

...and all of that to tell me that the most important aspect to keep a relationship going is communication...even in the bedroom, he emphasized....good to know....grazie Alessandro...

After a delightfully interesting conversation with Alessandro, I made it to my new home for 4 months...in the barrio Caballito...where I met my landlords, including a german shepherd named Fidel, and found my room with a lovely bed and internet access...Ahh, life is good....now to explore the city, stumbling along in Spanish and with some Argentinian pesos...

Friday, August 26, 2011

Finally taking that step forward...

Why do they always teach us that it is easy and evil to do what we want and that we need discipline to restrain ourselves. It's the hardest thing in the world--to do what we want. And it takes the greatest kind of courage. -Ayn Rand, in The Fountainhead

It is very easy to daydream about traveling and all the adventures that I could have while pursing my passions, but when it is actually time to jump, to act, it suddenly seems dizzying and overwhelming. For so many years I was absorbed in all that I should be doing, getting good grades in science classes for medical school, going to medical school and trying to convince myself I needed to be there, that I lost sight of myself and what drives me. I was living my life for other people, and that "selfless" act everyone respected, saying it was noble, but it meant however, that I was losing my "self", which is a high price to pay.

Leaving medical school was a traumatic event in my history, with family that was not supportive and did not understand. However, listening to what feels right for me, I learned that my internal compass will not lead me astray. I finally feel certain that I am on the right track, and while I think I took my "first step" a ways back...as I prepare myself for my flight this Sunday to Buenos Aires, Argentina, which will be my home for 4 months, I feel like I am about to take another first and important step toward pursuing my passions and dreams.

As every experience in life can teach you a lesson, I learned that I will no longer let other people tell me what I can or cannot accomplish, what is or is not a feasible goal...Life after all, is a safari, and it is not only the destination that is important but the journey and path that we choose that leads us there. With that in mind I carry with me my previous experiences, all that has influenced me and helped shape me, and continue forward, ready to experience, and learn as I go....

This blog is my experiment and attempt to capture my journey, wherever it may lead me...Thanks for reading, and enjoy it as it develops...

First stop Buenos Aires!

¡Adelante!