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Lost in Translation

Lost in Translation
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Travelling across different countries not only introduces you to the wonders of other foods, beverages, scenery and cultures but to other languages too. In all my time of continent skipping I haven’t usually had too much of a problem communicating; a mixture of signing, their good English and my effort (as I always make) to speak a few words of their language has got me by. However I can remember one very clear incident when utter confusion from dissimilar tongues caused bewilderment and hilarity.

 

One year I spent the entire summer in rural Spain, this meant that my Spanish improved immeasurably but not without fault. I am someone who is quite happy to try and cobble together a sentence in another language that might sound jumbled or in the wrong tense. I enjoy endeavoring to speak new languages, even if I am looked at with crazed or puzzled eyes when I get it wrong. When grammar isn’t right, it REALLY isn’t right, and can make you sound quite insane.

So with spurious confidence I plunged myself into all manner of social situations where I would be required to speak some Spanish. It wasn’t all bad and I became quite fearless. However one morning I ventured out into the small town and was headed for the beauty and pharmacy shop, a tiny little place, looking for some hypoallergenic soap. Explaining this to the rotund, bearded counter man I asked if he sold special or hypoallergenic jamon. I was tired, unthinking and slightly nervous as to whether they would understand what I needed.

The man’s mahogany irises widened and his eyes took on an expression of complete disbelief and, to be honest, he gave me a look like I’d asked to eat the entire window display of soap. With trepidation and my confidence a little broken I bravely repeated my request. He puckered his lips and gave me a quizzical look and suddenly burst out laughing. He called to the guys in the back of the store and from what I could catch, was shouting: listen to what this lady wants! He told me that I was in the wrong store. I said no, I wasn’t, and this is where I was told you could buy special jamon. He asked me what I wanted this ‘special jamon’ for. I told him to shower with and to wash my face with. That seemed to shock him. Taking a step back and shaking his straight, russet-coloured head of hair, he said, was this something regularly practiced in my country?

By this point, I was depleted and started to feel humiliated by the background hum of chuckles. I explained, as best I could, that it is totally normal in England and it is available everywhere: again with the laughter. Pero por que? Que loco! He repeated this on an endless loop and then, sobering up, said if it was jamon I wanted I should go next door, to the butcher.

Aghast, I suddenly realised my dreadful, dreadful mistake; I stood frozen, staring at him, incredulous of what I had just said. All this time I had been asking for special ham. I had tangled the words ham and soap in my head and simply misplaced one, very important letter. I meant to say, all this time, jabon not jamon.

I had walked into a beauty store and requested special ham for my face, so I could use it in the shower. Of course, I can see the similarity in the two words immediately, but he just didn’t click my jumble, as to him, the words were very different.

I wanted to exit with alacrity but instead I stayed to explain myself (as I didn’t want to be known as the crazed girl in the village who washes with meat). He was totally amiable and giggled, as he understood my muddle. We parted and I was glad to see him looking at me with kindness and not like someone who revels in splashing around with uncooked slabs of meat.

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