Today I would like to tell a little story of one of my travels. I’m sure it goes without saying that speaking a good word of English comes in very handy, wherever you are on this planet. Unless of course, you meet an old slow man in Barcelona. I’ve been through this and it went something like this:
It was early in the morning and we had just arrived in Barcelona. We went straight to the place where we were supposed to pick up the key to our apartment, but the door was closed. There was no light inside, so we ringed the bell and we hoped that this was not some kind of scam. After what must have been like ten minutes, this very old man came walking towards the door. Through the glass door we could see how he took a ladder and placed in in front of the door. Very slowly, he climbed on the ladder and he started to move some cables that were hanging above the door. Not knowing what to do, we waited while we was doing something that seemed to be of no importance. When he was finally done, we had no idea what exactly it was that he did, he climbed back down and placed the ladder against the wall. That was the first time that he seemed to notice us, although he must have heard the bell and have seen us standing there. Of course he took his time with opening the door and when he finally spoke to us, it was in Spanish.
We asked him, in our perfect English, if the office was open yet, but at first, he did not seem to have the slightest idea what we were talking about. We had a five minute conversation in which we were talking English and he was talking Spanish and neither of us seemed to know what we were walking about. It was only after one of my friends tried some words in Spanish that he pointed at his watch and said ‘dose.’ With the little knowledge that I had of French, I knew that this meant twelve. We thanked him, in English, and we left to come back at twelve o’clock. Fortunately, at twelve o’clock, the office was open and the man behind the counter apologised, because he had forgotten that we would come in early.
The conclusion of this story is that, no matter how good your English is, you might always find yourself in a situation where other people do not speak English. Not at all, not even a word. However, this seems to create the best holiday memories and the nicest conversations.