Parts of Speech

At first, last January, when I could no longer get free English-language news programs on TV at home – programs such as CNN, the BBC, NBC Nightly News (I love the sound of Lester Holt’s voice), or Sunday evening’s “60 Minutes” – I went into a kind of withdrawal.

Don’t ask me why the cable company here in San Miguel de Allende changed its ways, or, rather, changed its contract with my apartment complex. Nobody seemed to know (or would tell me). All I knew was that I could no longer stay on top of the “BREAKING NEWS,” as CNN, for one, had allowed me to.

Not that I’d sat in front of the TV set all day. Hardly. It’s just that when that or any other news channel was on when I was home — as I cooked, sewed, washed dishes, folded laundry, or whatever — I could feel fairly attuned to national and world affairs. I’d become, without realizing it, a news junkie.

Not anymore. I’m over that particular addiction now. (Now I just read the news online every morning.) Having only Spanish-language TV programs at my disposal has become a blessing in disguise, I’ve found to my surprise. It’s helped me improve my Spanish acquisition skills. Or at least that’s what I like to think.

“Law & Order” dubbed in Spanish is my favorite program. I try to pay attention as each dramatic episode — “ripped from the headlines!” – which is set in my old hometown, NYC, unfolds. As the many brave and bold characters speak, I find I grasp most of the Spanish pronouns, prepositions, conjunctions, articles and interjections. I catch some of the nouns, adjectives, and adverbs. But I’m able to untangle few (if any) of the verbs. Consequently, I’m not getting what anyone is saying.

As I used to tell my English 101 students, “Of all the parts of speech, the verb is the most pivotal.” But, as I said to a friend here recently, “These Spanish verbos are driving me nuts-o. They are muy complicado!”

To illustrate, and to prove my point, here is an image I found on Facebook the other day — just one verb (to do), conjugated in both English and Spanish:

This gets discouraging. And I know I’m not the only one who feels this way. One friend my age here admitted to me that she broke down in tears in her Spanish class recently. Another friend, relatively new to San Miguel, has been shopping around – as if trying on clothes – to find the right tutor, class, Spanish-conversation group (or all of the above) to meet her personal needs. This may take a while. Another friend, who’s lived here more than ten years, has given up. “Too hard for me at this stage,” she says.

She’s got a point. Learning a brand-new language in one’s seventies (as the brain is slowly shrinking with age) has to be the mental equivalent of an Everest climb for most of us. But I, in my stubborn Taurusness, refuse to give up.

I carry flash cards with me on my walks in the park. I eavesdrop on Mexican people’s conversations in the street. I do a page or two from a Spanish workbook over lunch most days. I channel-surf Spanish-language TV programs and tune in and out. And I continue taking private Spanish lessons with my ever-patient and thoroughly good-natured maestra (teacher), Edith, once a week.

Over the nearly three years she has been my tutor, Edith and I seem to have scrapped the idea of formal lesson plans — including verb tenses and such, which tended to make me super-disheartened and grumpy (“I used to be an A student and now I’m a failure!” I would whine to her in broken Spanish) – in favor of lively conversations and a lot of laughter.

She tells me (en español) her news and stories about her life.

I stare into her brown eyes, listening and nodding.

Every so often she stops and asks, “Entiendes?” (Understand?)

Half the time I shake my head sheepishly and confess, “No.”

“Bo-ni-ta!” (Mexicans prefer “bonita” to “Bonnie,” I’ve discovered). She slaps her forehead. “Por FAVOR!”

We crack up laughing. I shrug and tap my right temple as if to say, “It’s not working.”

Then she painstakingly reviews and writes down every aspect of her story that I hadn’t grasped, before asking me to tell her my news (en español), stopping to correct me as I stumble along.

At this rate, of course, I’ll never be fluent. But who cares? San Miguel de Allende isn’t called “Mexico lite” for no reason. Just about everyone here speaks English – the taxi drivers, the waiters, the kids who work at the sprawling, modern mall – and they want to practice on those of us who are clearly Norte Americanos.

Getting back to CNN and all those other news programs: I don’t really miss them. I’m glad I don’t have to hear even parts of speeches coming out of the mouth of You-Know-Who in the WH. I can’t bear the sound of his voice. He’s now history to me. I have other Everests to climb — like recognizing ALL the parts of speech when I hear them in Spanish.

8 thoughts on “Parts of Speech”

  1. I loved this very funny – did you intend it to be funny – comment on the difficulty of learning Spanish. In my class I alternate between crying and storming out! Sigh. I won’t give up either. I am on my way to Chiapas to an immersion program where brains much younger than mine will probably put me in despair all over again. We can’t give up! We live here! Trudge on, dear Bonnie…..

    1. Thanks, P.! Yes, I intended it to be a little droll. Glad it made you laugh. And best wishes for your Chiapas class! Tell me all about it (en espanol, por supuesto) when you return. We’re due to “do lunch.”

  2. I am in the same boat. I speak Neanderthal Spanish. “Me want chicken.” I have two different friends from NY who moved to Oaxaca after I moved to SMA. They both speak Spanish in at least 3 tenses in all 5 persons. I asked how come they learned it so fast. They said survival. Few people spoke English.

    In a conversation with a Mexican who spoke some English I used all the Spanish I could but used English where I didn’t know the word. I was explaining how there are many second generation Spanish speakers in NY and they use both languages together. We say they speak Spanglish. He looked at me and said ‘Like you’. So, I’m going to count that. I speak a foreign language. It is called Spanglish. Por qué no?

    1. So true, Toni! We can survive here in SMA on our Spanglish. Alas! And the Mexican people are so tolerant of our (many) mistakes. They just smile benevolently. And they seem to understand what we’re attempting to say.

    1. That’s the feedback I’m getting from a lot of people, Kim. Seems we missed the boat if we didn’t take Spanish in high school. Learning it now is an enormous challenge! — Happy Trails!

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