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Some stories and experiences after a lifetime spent in Spain

Give Us a Sign
Monday, October 11, 2021 @ 10:23 PM

How often we worry about communicating. In Britain there are many different accents and slang, which help to breed a sense of belonging to a community as well as presenting a challenge to anyone outside it. Which is why the young need to re-invent themselves every generation. In Spain, there’s plenty of argot, but spoken Spanish is pretty much easy to understand wherever you come from, with the gypsy accent and the Cadiz accent being perhaps the hardest to grasp, although, apart from the dropped constanants and a few bits of vernacular, they are intelligible enough. The gypsies talk proudly of their special language, Caló, but no one appears to know more than a few words of it. Rather like me saying something remembered from my Latin classes.

Yup, in Latin they call that table ‘mensa’. Now there's a conversation stopper.

To make things comfortably more complicated, Spain has some regional languages that are being encouraged – or so it seems to me – so as to bring the local politicians into the centre of power. We all know that the Catalonians have ‘Catalán’, the Valencians have ‘Valenciano’ (which is the same as Catalán, but don’t say I told you), the Galicians have ‘Galego’ and the Basques have something that has nothing in common with any other language: it’s called in Spanish ‘Euskera’, while in the Basque country, it’s called ‘euskaldunak’.

Then those living in eastern Almería have something even odder – it’s called ‘English’…

It seems a pity that everyone living on the Iberian peninsular, Portuguese and Gibraltarians included, couldn’t all speak one language, but there you go. In a generation, few people in Barcelona will speak more than broken Spanish, and fewer still of the Galicians will be able to make themselves understood when they take a shopping trip to Madrid.
And as for the Basques…

The other day, three young cousins of my wife arrived to stay. You know how it is; a quick email and they’re on your doorstep the following morning. They were backpacking around Europe for a month before completing their studies in a university in Washington DC. They spoke, of course, American.

Actually, they didn’t, because they were deaf. They signed in American: although they dropped their vowels, invented meanings, used their own slang and were otherwise difficult or impossible to make head or tail of. To my surprise, there is no single, international, all-useful deaf language. Quite the reverse, everyone seems to have their own. The cousins enthusiasticly folded their fingers too dam’ fast and they never stopped. Don’t talk with your hands full, I wanted to tell them at the dinner table.

Here, try some of this…

Oddly, you begin to pick it up quickly – or, at least, your own version of it, even as you are wondering exactly who is the one with the handicap!

Of course, they would write things down for us as necessary with the family pen and notepad and were great fun besides. Being energetic young kids, they drank and smoked like troopers and stayed up late with my son and his friends on the Playstation. With fingers like that, said the kids, it’s no wonder they keep winning…

On one occasion during their short visit, three of us: a Spaniard, my son and I, together with the three of them, went out for a boozy dinner – hands and fingers flying – in a pork and chips place on the beach, the other tables staring and wondering who we were, you must try the Licor de Pacharán and so on; and we followed this with a trip to our friend’s house where we drank a bottle of whisky, never stopped talking for a second, smoked ourselves blue and generally partied until dawn. Yet, all the while, you could have heard a pin drop.

The neighbours didn’t bang on the walls, we didn’t shout and bellow as we left round about sun up and the loudest sound would have been my stomach churning.

They went off to Madrid on the six o’clock bus to go to some important international congress of signing as delegates. Several hundred of them let loose in Madrid.

Blimey, that must have been a riot!

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anthomo16 said:
Saturday, October 16, 2021 @ 9:00 AM

wish I could have been the proverbial "fly" on the wall!!!!

vickya said:
Saturday, November 27, 2021 @ 12:26 PM

I learned BSL when teaching in order to help students as I taught some needing additional learning support, and organised that. I only did the first level course and had little chance to really use it much, so began to forget. Also as you get older memory is worse and it's harder to learn a language.

I was surprised to learn BSL is not the same as ASL, which is what Europeans use, I think? I do like using it. Got a neighbour now who is deaf and we say hi when we meet. I realised he was when I saw him on his balcony one day, signing to his laptop. How come you learned it?

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