Ever since I was very young, I have always had a knack for language. I enjoyed it in multiple forms, like reading, writing, speaking. In addition to English, I’ve also loved learning other languages, especially Spanish. One could say that those silly Spanish movies I watched in elementary school got me hooked.
My goal to become bilingual was one of the reasons why I chose to study abroad for a semester. I knew that I wanted to have ample time to immerse myself fully in the language and culture of Spain. And, I have to say, learning the language has been one of the most rewarding experiences in my time here.
At first, I was blindsided by the total immersion in Spanish. Although I consider myself a proficient Spanish speaker, it was quite a shock to be surrounded by all Spanish, all the time. And, to make matters worse, I could barely understand a word my host mom was saying, much less think of a coherent response. The first few weeks were tough because of the rapid transition between languages. It was also difficult because I was scared to speak in Spanish for fear of making a mistake. I didn’t want to be that silly American butchering her Spanish, so I just didn’t talk. Slowly, however, I realized that they only way to improve my language was to use it.
Through the past nine weeks, I have experienced many changes regarding my Spanish. I have undoubtedly become more adept at both speaking and listening. Yes, that means less awkward pauses and blank stares while conversing with my host mom (thank goodness). I can also now eavesdrop on the conversations that occur on the street. Granted, that is not a terribly important skill to have, but it makes me feel good to know that I can actually understand the natives without trying.
The strangest part of the experience of learning a language rapidly is the constant jumble of words in my head. When I need to be thinking in English (like when writing this blog) I will think of words in Spanish. Then, when I am in class, listening to Spanish, I sometimes end up writing notes in English. The ever-present jumble of words gives new meaning to the term, “Spanglish!”
I am thrilled with the language progress that I have made whilst in Spain. Although I have yet to dream in Spanish (which some say is the sign of being fluent), I know that my language has come so far. So while I am happy with my language progress, I think the most important thing that I have learned since arriving in Spain is to speak up. For anybody learning a language, speaking it is the only way to get better. Don’t let fear hold you back from achieving fluency. Just put yourself out there and talk away!
It’s just one breathtaking view after another in Granada.
~Rebecca Jaeger
