When thinking back on Spain and my time living
in Sevilla the first thing, I think of is the language. I had never taken
Spanish before arriving in Spain so after meeting my host mom and realizing she
spoke no English was a bit of a shock. I felt very ambitious to learn the
language and be able to communicate. Although a different language was used
more often in order for both my mom roommate and I to all communicate, the use
of gestures and body language. A lot of acting was used when trying find a
mutual understanding of what we were talking about. I can remember multiple
times my host mom stood up in the middle of eating lunch to act out what she
was trying to say or make silly noises. We often played a strange version of
charades in order to figure out what was being communicated. A lot of guessing
went into this tactic but it was pretty effective because we would never give
up until we figured out what the other person was trying to say. Even if it
meant taking our phones out and typing it into google translate. I remember one
specific day when my roommate and I were telling our host mom we were going to
the airport early the next morning. She went on to explain the Sevilla airport
is small and we would get through security with no problem. She knew very
quickly neither one of us understood by our confused faces so she popped up out
of her seat and started to pretend to take her backpack off and put it on the
security belt. We laughed a bit but ended up figuring out what she was trying
to say.
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