So, yesterday I finally met up with my intercambio. (And her cousin.)
We basically just walked around, went into some stores, and got a little lost. (It seems that I know the city better than them.)
Anyway, it was really interesting to communicate with someone who doesn't really speak English for a long period of time. And by really interesting, I mean really difficult, but I suppose that's what makes it fun. Every time you communicate what you actually want to say it's like a small victory and all the while we both got to learn some of the other's language.
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I'm on the left (duh), Estrella (my intercambio) is in the middle
and her cousin is on the right. |
Which brings me to the title... She seems to have latched on to the word/phrase "Gotcha". I only said it once while we were on Skype, and now it's more or less her catchphrase. It's really quite hilarious to hear someone speak in a very heavy accent and then all of a sudden, they stop and say "gotcha" in the most American way possible. (Her pronunciation of Gotcha is stellar, it almost sounds American.) It just seems extremely out of place. She also wants to use Gotcha in place of "Vale", which is odd because they don't actually mean the same thing... But I suppose they are similar. In Spain, everyone says "Vale" whenever they would say "Okay" or "Let's Go" or "I understand" or "That's good". I wouldn't use gotcha for "let's go", but... Eh.
The only word that I learned that was really new to me was "Guay", which is basically cool or super. "Es guay" or "Muy Muy guay!" or even "Que guay". I don't enjoy the word guay half as much as she enjoys gotcha and I doubt that I ever will.
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Tell me that this mannequin isn't creepy.. |
Also, I discovered the most amazing thing. Spaniards (and other foreigners I would assume), love American music, but when they sing along they don't actually know what they're saying. They just make vague noises that sound somewhat similar to the lyrics of the song. While we were in some super-department store, "Walking on Sunshine" came on, and hearing Estrella attempt to sing what she thought they were saying was so funny. (And actually she was almost right, she just didn't know that the singer was saying "Sunshine", which is pretty crucial in my opinion.)
Overall, it was so much fun. I really enjoyed spending a few hours with a "local" (she isn't exactly a local, but she's from Spain and she goes to the University of Barcelona, so that's close enough for me). I'm pretty sure that we're going to hangout again sometime during next week and on the weekend on the 24 (it's a huge holiday here), probably more, but I don't know as of now.
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