OFTEN SURPRISES ME, TOO!
The man in the van didn’t seem to like what I was telling him. Then again, I didn’t like having to say it.
“Ja, zeker dat ik graag naar de hotel zou gaan, maar ik heb geen geld, ik kan je niet betalen!”
Travel underlines the privilege of being a native English speaker. Our marvelous collection of haphazard rules, speckled with exceptions like buttons trying to hold together the shreds and shrapnel of hundreds of years of linguistic recombination, adaptation, and contamination, yes English is a beautiful thing. (Even when you abuse it with sentences like that last one.) I am deeply grateful that it’s the world’s de facto second language. Sure, in Montenegro I needed charades and fragments of Italian, and at times I’ve wondered if Spanish was the only thing that got me through, but I never expected to be saved by the last of my linguistic flounderings.
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