On vacation in Mexico after 1,500 hours
I just got back from a couple weeks of vacation in Mexico with my wife. We spent time on the beach on Isla Mujeres, and explored Yucatan. Because we were flying out of Cancun, we spent our last day there.
One really surprising discovery on this trip was how much fun I had speaking Spanish even in touristy areas like Isla Mujeres and Cancun! As it turns out, I now have something in common with the bilingual people who work in places like these, and I had a blast communicating with them in a somewhat chaotic mix of Spanish and English.
We were usually greeted with "hola" or "buenos días", and I would respond and begin the interaction in Spanish, so people tended to get a sense of my Spanish from the start. A lot of folks were visibly relieved to be able to fall back to Spanish with me when things got complicated. Even people with great English switched to Spanish sometimes for convenience. A server at breakfast one day was speaking very fluent English with my wife, but while taking her coffee order, she turned to me and asked "¿Cómo se dice «deslactosada» en inglés?"
Others were eager to practice their English and struggled through rough patches despite clearly realizing I could understand them in Spanish. (One cheerfully tenacious hotel clerk couldn't remember how to say "forty-five" and tried valiantly to express the idea some other way before finally giving up and saying it in Spanish.) I could relate, and I tried to use English with them whenever possible. Similarly, people with a near-native command of English would sometimes kindly prefer Spanish with me anyway so that I could practice. With others, our abilities in each other's native languages would turn out to be similar and we'd end up settling on pure Spanglish, switching languages at the slightest provocation.
But it wasn't all Spanglish in touristy areas on this trip. We spent time in Valladolid and Mérida, where I had lots of chances to get myself into situations where Spanish was a necessity. We did a day trip to Sisal, a little beach town on the gulf coast, and I didn't hear a word of English all day from anyone except my wife. I was super happy with how all of that went. I had no difficulty doing everything in Spanish, including renting a car, getting gas, and asking whether our room was available for an extra night when we had a change of plans. I had a great time making small talk, and chatted with a bunch of people on a variety of topics.
I also spent a lot of time on the beach and on the train reading Isabel Allende. It's La ciudad de las bestias, meant for adolescent readers, but still, reading Allende in the original Spanish was one of my goals when I started DS, and here I am! I'm having an easy time with this one and I suspect I don't really need to stick to YA fiction. 1,500 hours is feeling pretty great.