Things to Which I Have Not Yet Adjusted

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There's a bit (or more than) of truth in all of this sarcasm, so take it with good humor.
  1. Air conditioning. Why is the United States so cold in the middle of a hot summer?
  2. The enormity of everything. We're not exactly hurting for space, are we?
  3. Public niceties. Why is everyone smiling at me? I don't know you people.
  4. Bad English everywhere. It's like I didn't leave a foreign country, except these people have less of an excuse.
  5. Food portions. How is it that restaurants can afford to serve this much food to people per dish?
  6. Prices. How is it that Listerine only costs $3 for 1.5L? That would be nearly 20€ in Portugal.
  7. Coffee. What is all of this liquid, and what have you done with the espresso that's supposed to be in it?
  8. Suburbs. Where did the city go? I can't find it.
  9. Drinking. Why must I be prohibited from doing this? Life is not the same without beer and 2€ wine.
  10. Geography and climate. Why is it so dry here, and where did the beach go?
  11. Dogs at home. Why are these creatures so fat and smell bad? Stop licking me.
  12. Customer service. Why are you so efficient, and why are you so friendly? You must be getting paid a lot to care so much.
  13. Restaurants. See: food portions. Also, why can't I just pick where I sit? And why are you in such a hurry?
  14. Diet Coke. Why do you suddenly taste so foul, what has my exposure to Coke Light and Coke Zero done?
  15. Punctuality. No comment.

Things Everyone Should Expect to Hear from Me Upon Arrival

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A small post in light of many recent long ones.
  1. What do you mean I'm not legally allowed to drink in this country?
  2. What do you mean the buses only come once every 30 minutes?
  3. Where is the nearest Chipotle?
  4. What do you mean I have to drive there?
  5. What is that in metric? (also: what is that in Celsius?)
  6. Why is a shot of espresso more expensive than half a liter of coffee?
  7. No, they don't speak Spanish in Portugal.
  8. What do you mean I can't watch this content in my country?
  9. Olá-oh, uh, hi.
  10. When does the grocery store clo–what do you mean it doesn't?
  11. The drivers are so polite here!
  12. Why are you eating dinner so early?
  13. Why is there so much to choose from?
  14. Everything is so big here!
  15. It's so amazing that everyone understands what I'm saying here.
  16. Where are the bagels?
  17. I can pay for this with my credit card, really? Are you completely sure?
  18. Why are there so many bills, where are the coins?
  19. Yes, I know what I'm doing after graduation and no, I'm not telling you about it.
  20. Ciao.

Permutations of the Linguistic Paradigm

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After five months of living and learning a new language, I breathe somewhat easier with the knowledge that my language skills have improved over the course of this time enough that any sort of multilingualism I may possess has become more tangible to myself almost as much as it seems to be to others. But what that really means is that I have grown an awareness of what exactly it means to be multilingual in practical usage, just such a thing no longer being only a theoretical concept that is not in use except in a classroom or as a topic of light conversation. Using multiple languages each day has opened up new approaches to the task of learning them, forcing me to realize the extent to which I can actually speak other languages versus simply being a good student of them. Being surrounded each day by individuals who are using English as a second language has given me somewhat more insight into the expectations one may have of other individuals speaking their language; I find myself in the role not just of communicating with my friends and acquaintances, but also in the perpetual role of being a teacher, explaining words and colloquialisms, phrases and grammar, that seem to me quite simple but to those not otherwise familiar clearly does not make sense. Taking this in reverse, I understand my position as a non-native speaker in each language in which I command some level of proficiency – taken in this light, my fear of speaking incorrectly is shed and in its stead I find myself more concerned about having the adequate means of expressing the thought of which I am trying.

This became readily apparent to me in Paris, being there as I was functioning entirely in French — if not perfectly expressive French, mind, but indeed in no other language — and passing my time and interactions in a manner somewhat similar to that in which I find myself when interacting with people who speak English not necessarily well, but adequately enough to keep talking to them. "Tu parles très bien français!" is the equivalent to the "your English is very good, really!" which we never cease to tell foreign speakers as we listen to them excuse their deficiencies in saying something because their English is poor. Indeed, even in Portuguese, "estás a falar português muito bem!" is not so much to say that I am speaking Portuguese that well, it is just an encouragement to keep doing so. When in Paris, my French grew and retooled itself both to catch up from not having used it and also because I was learning so very many words and connotations in context, I learned the very painfully obvious lesson of the necessity of being around only that language in which you would like to be speaking or learning in order to do so. While I have learned a remarkable amount of Portuguese in the five months I have been here, my lack of being continually surrounded by it has inhibited my capabilities to speak.

Happily, to this end, I have found myself these last weeks much more surrounded by Portuguese than I had otherwise been, the seminar in Brussels being a crowd of Portuguese students (save, more or less, myself and one other) speaking in their native language and switching into English only occasionally, as well as various times in which my group dynamic has shifted to a majority of Portuguese speakers who are confortable in the knowledge that I understand what is going on and can speak their language, switching to English only when directly addressing me or when it becomes convenient. I can leave Portugal now knowing that I will not drown if I am not speaking my own language and that those who enjoy my company still do so even when I am less talkative because I am absorbing their language and not imposing my own to dominate the social order. In such situations, I become the student in place of the teacher of language, and I derive no small pleasure in doing so each time this barrier cracks and it happens without feeling forced or unnatural. This, I believe, will be the only way I can come to feel comfortable enough to just speak casually in Portuguese the way I do in French. Time is the only other factor that is necessarily, in which we will see what will happen. I have six months of down time now, so it would incumbent on me to make good use of it.