Here’s the deal… Back in September or October, the G-man’s company posted an announcement for an opening in their Buenos Aires office. Figuring the odds were not in his favor, but keeping our fingers crossed all the same, he put in for it. You know how it is. You really want something, but don’t think you’ll actually get it so you kind of downplay it to yourself to keep from getting excited so you won’t be disappointed when it doesn’t happen. Makes perfect sense….and a really long run-on sentence. Around December-ish he found out he had been selected for the position. WOO HOO, we said. Cheering! Jumping for joy! Calling family! Calling friends! We don’t speak Spanish, but how hard can it be, right? We knew his company would send him to six months of language school and, shoot, we’d never heard of anyone not passing the test. See, he MUST make a minimum passing score in an oral proficiency test or he doesn’t go. For whatever reason, the company believes he should be able to communicate with his Argentine counterparts. Since January, we have been living in Spanish 24/7. Spanish TV, actually American shows in Spanish, Spanish radio, Spanish labels all over our apartment. In case you were wondering, NatGeo Mundo is a great show to watch in Spanish as they speak slower. Documentaries, in general, are great for slow speech patterns. NOTE – When learning a new language, DO NOT attempt to watch any type of reality television in said new language. When people get excited, they speak very fast. It doesn’t matter what the language is when we get emotional, our mouths switch over to full auto. We have been so intense that I have started dreaming about Spanish. Make it stop.
Funny side story. I get distracted easily. Bear with me. A few weeks ago, the hallways in our building were being repainted. In my comings and goings, I passed the painter on several occasions and said a polite hello and apologized for getting in the way. I’m pretty good with accents and I would have sworn the guy was from an eastern European country. Of course, I had only heard him say two words….and they weren’t both spoken on the same day. About day four, he knocks on the door to ask if he can tape the threshold so he won’t get paint on it. Ah ha! That’s a Spanish accent. So I ask him in my amazing and newly acquired Spanish where he is from. (I’ve been doing Pimsleur while G-man has been spending 7 hours a day in a total immersion class – more on that later.) He says, A R G E N T I N A!!!! Now picture this. I’m standing in my open doorway and he is kneeling at my feet with painter’s tape in hand. Based on the look on his face, I’m pretty certain that, based on the look on my face, he was 100% certain that I was going to attack him. Yeah, so my eyes got really big, my hands shot up in the air and I started screaming, “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! NO WAY! OH MY GOD!” What else could the poor fellow have thought? Once I explained to him the cause of my slightly over the top reaction, he stopped clawing and scratching and trying to get away from me and agreed to come over for lunch that weekend and speak Spanish with us. No lie. Martin the Painter came over for three hours on a Saturday afternoon, during the World Cup mind you, hung out, ate ribs, and took on the role of new Spanish teacher. He was an absolute delight. Detailed story of that day to follow. Wow, I have so much catching up to do.
Alright, so where am I going with all this and what does it have to do with positive vibes? THE TEST is Wednesday the 30th. NEXT WEEK. G-man needs all the positive vibes he can get. We have discovered one thing in the last six months. G-man is not a linguist and never will be. His first language is English and he still struggles with it sometimes. He is good at so many other things, but language is his Achilles heal. So please, please, if you have a moment, send your best positive ray beams in his direction. If he doesn’t pass this thing, not only will he be crushed (and seeing him crushed will rip my heart out), but we’ll have to think of a whole new adventure and I’m really starting to like the idea of this one….especially since we just got pictures of the new digs and they aren’t too shabby. More sharing on that later. So, please, please, please, if you have a moment, just point your ray gun at the G-man. And I point mine back your way tenfold!