This past weekend, we were able to celebrate the wedding of my "cousin" with family on my husband's Cuban side. The entire event was amazing; we were able to spend such good, quality time with people who we don't always get to see as often as we'd like. Everything was so much fun...babies everywhere, kids giggling, teenagers sneaking little sips of champagne during toasts, older people dancing salsa like they were still teenagers themselves...it was perfect! As I stood and talked to one of the women at the rehearsal dinner, I realized something that I have always heard about being bilingual...I have "double perspective".
I was chatting away with Cuban ladies about diapers and infants and toddlers and what I did for a living without even thinking that I was standing there (a foot taller than nearly everyone in the room and MUCH blonder) speaking Spanish. Only 15 years ago, I hadn't spoken a word of Spanish and I had not traveled out of the US yet...but here I was, yammering (and gossiping) away with the best of the "cubanas"!
Being bilingual, they say, is like living a double life. Not the kind where you feel sneaky or uncomfortable, the kind of life where things feel exponentially "doubled". Thanks, to my Cuban "familia" for including a giant gringa!
Now, I remember why I teach Spanish to those stubborn teenagers! :).
Happy Tuesday. M