Spain: Does learning some Spanish grammar help you to get some bread?

This is a true story that Mohamad Al Karbi  has kindly invited me to write in his renowned “Around the World” weblog.

It’s the story of one of my first Spanish language experiences in Spain and it still makes me smile after all these years!

I know, I really do know. how it feels when you have to actually use your new language for the first time with native speakers of that language!

It’s a crazy feeling but I’ll never forget the euphoria I felt many years ago when I went into my first ever shop in Spain.

I wanted some ‘pan’ (bread), so logically the shop was  a ‘panadería’ (bread shop). You would have thought that would have been easy, right?

I thought that too, because I was so qualified…or  so I thought!

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The ‘panadería’ was just like this! photo credit

                                            Backstory

I had fallen in love with Spanish at thirteen years old . (See previous post : Falling in love .)

As a young lass from the north of England I had gained an “O-Level” in Spanish at sixteen, then an “A-Level” at eighteen and was in my third year of a four year degree course in Spanish and Politics at the time. This was the year when language students were sent off on a language exchange programme, to practise their new language. I had just arrived in Bilbao in the north of Spain, ready to start a year’s course at the Deusto University in Bilbao.

All exciting stuff in those days for a poor lass from the north-east of England who had never been further south than Doncaster in her life.

This made me twenty years old. (That’s a long time ago now!) And I had been learning Spanish grammar for a long while.

Getting some bread should have been easy, yes?

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I love my bread basket! photo credit

                            

                                         Petrified

I had lurked around outside the shop, self-consciously, for at least twenty minutes, trying to look nonchalant, inconspicuous, as though I wasn’t really intending to go in; as though I was waiting for someone, perhaps.

‘Nervous’ wasn’t the word. Old Spanish ladies were going in empty-handed and coming out with bread of all shapes and sizes so I knew I was in the right place!

Only one problem: I was petrified.

Would the lady understand me?

Would she think I was stupid?

Would she just laugh at my terrible accent?

What about the other women in the shop?

Would they know I was ‘different’?

What if she said something back to me?

Would I be able to actually get any bread?

As the clock ticked on, I  realised closing time was drawing near and I knew I had to either just walk into the shop  and face the embarrassment or go without my sandwich. (I was a big girl in those days and I needed plenty of ‘pan’ to fill me up.)

My hands began to perspire and I could feel my heart palpitating. I can remember, to this day, exactly how bad that all felt.

                                       Blank-out

What exactly was I going to say?

The sorts of things you say in a bread shop such as:

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My mind like a lovely, big empty box       photo credit

“Could I have that loaf of bread, please?

“Do you have any white sliced bread, please?

“Can I just have a small loaf, please?”

“Excuse me, but do you think it would be possible to purchase some of that delicious-looking bread you have over there in that basket?

Even if the ‘panadera’ (bread lady) spoke some English, she most likely wouldn’t understand all of that ‘convoluting’ English, which certainly wasn’t necessary in this situation.

This wasn’t the time to prove to the world I was  extremely polite and had been brought up by a strict Mum who inculcated me with good manners…This was much more pressing:                                  I WAS HUNGRY!

I knew what I wanted to say…in English, but where to start with all that in Spanish?

If I had had a piece of paper and a pen, I could easily have written all of those clever sentences out in Spanish, with all the grammar I had learned in my school days.

It is amazing to think I had been learning Spanish for seven years at school and university yet was completely at a blank when presented with a real-life situation.

Hours and hours of homework exercises meant I could WRITE very well in Spanish; but always alone, with a good dictionary beside me and plenty of time to do it in.

For Goodness’ sake! I had read “Don Quijote” and had done critiques on Spanish poetry of the nineteenth century in the first two years at college. Spanish literature was my best subject at college!

All of that ‘training’ had not prepared me to get a slice of bread! My mind was blank.

                                       Now or never 

It was now approaching closing time. The ‘panadera’ lady came to the door to start closing up. She saw me and politely smiled but then ignored me.

Before she actually drew the metallic shutter down over the doors,  I uttered the most basic sentence of all sentences; the only words that came to my mind in that mad moment of panic. It was now or never.

                              “Quiero pan” (I want bread).

Nothing could have been more simple, especially after seven years of studying Spanish and Spanish grammar.

                                           Floodgates

The floodgates opened.

She dragged me into the shop beaming, gave me a random bread stick from the back shelf, told me a number that I didn’t quite catch, so I had no choice but to  hand her a one hundred peseta note (a ludicrously large amount for such a small bread stick).

She then proceeded to carefully count out the also ludicrous amount of small change in pesetas. (Thank goodness it was at the end of the day and  I was certainly her last customer.)

I did it! I had it! My little ‘baby’ sentence had worked and I had actually had been able to achieve something great, even though very small.

In language terms, for me there’s nothing more satisfying than to know you have been able to communicate with ‘the other side’ even if it is a simple communication.

Ah yes. Euphoria!

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(Not the same lady, but exactly how it happened! photo credit)

I’ll never forget the euphoria I felt all those  years ago when I walked out of my first ever shop in Spain.  I had wanted some ‘pan’ (bread), and all that matters is that I got my sandwich in the end.

You would have thought that would have been easy, right…………?


If you enjoyed this article and would like to read more about language learning and learning Spanish in particular, you can visit: 

www.speakoutinspanish.com

I would love to know if anyone else has  had a similar experience in their language learning history?

Please leave any comments below, or any questions about Spanish grammar or culture that I will answer to the best of my ability.

Regards. Marie.

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About marieryan

Teaching (and learning languages) is what I love doing. That's fortunate, because I've been doing this forever. I fell in love with Spanish at school and Spanish has been a driving force in my life since then. Here we are, many years later, still going strong. I believe learning languages has many benefits and advantages for everyone and I also believe anyone can learn a language. My mission is to motivate everyone interested into achieving their language learning goals.

48 thoughts on “Spain: Does learning some Spanish grammar help you to get some bread?

  1. Indrawan

    me gusta tu historia
    I’ve been interested in Spanish since last year when I met a Colombian-Argentinian couple visiting my uni. I just loved it, how they speak. Few moments later I was assigned to pick up a new student from Mexico. I was silence until we were having lunch. I forced myself to ask, “hola, como te llamas?”. He answered and I managed to say a few more words like “tienes amigos de tu pais aqui?” and “te gusta la playa”, etc.
    It really felt awesome when he understood and responded to what I said haha

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    1. marieryan Post author

      Hi Indrawan,
      It really is a wonderful feeling, when you feel you have actually been understood in your new language, even if it is using the simplest of phrases!
      Well done and keep practising.
      Regards. Marie.

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  2. williamrablan

    I’m almost ashamed to say that my German and Russian are belter than my Spanish. And I was raised around Spanish!
    My wife and I went to Mexico a few years back, and it taught me the value of learning at least some of the language. Equally important, local customs. In the sections of Europe I visited, it was expected that you tip the person bag your purchase. Not so in the section of Mexico I was in (I feel like I insulted someone).
    Live and learn.

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    1. marieryan Post author

      hi William,
      You probably have more Spnish in there than you know!
      Yes, it’s sometimes hard to get it right and not offend with local customs, and that’s what makes all this travelling so interesting…
      I would love to visit Mexico one day. Were you brought up around there?
      Regards. Marie.

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    1. marieryan Post author

      Hi Byungafallgren…please try and visit one day. You would be very welcome.
      The Spanish are a very hospitable people, in my experience. and with a little bit of Spanish , they will love you!
      Regards. Marie.

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    1. marieryan Post author

      Hi, islandgirlonamission…
      I’m so happy you are a bit interested now in learning this lovely language…you will see how easy Spanish is!
      Have a look at some of my other posts, if you want, where I try to teach a little bit of basic Spanish.
      Kind Regards. Marie.

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  3. lolabees

    This remind me of my first outing in Spain. I arrived my first day there, terrified as I moved there to live alone from the US. On the first day I forced myself to go out to a restaurant and eat something. When I ordered agua, the waiter asked if I wanted it con glass o sin glass. I thought it was so nice of him to see that I spoke English and accommodate me by asking me if I wanted a glass or not. Of course I wanted a glass, so I said con glass. When my fizzy water came, I couldn’t figure out why he broke me sparkling instead of still… until I realized he was saying con gas o sin gas! D’oh! I can relate well to your story!

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  4. blindloveweb

    I have fascination to know at least basics of many languages..Knowing eng is very easy…but dont know abt other languages…spanish!!! Ahhh feels like dream….lets learn lil bit atleast from you,thank u so much for this sweet post

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    1. marieryan Post author

      I know what you mean when you say ” …Spanish! Ah feels like a dream! because that’s exactly how I felt before I began learning it…
      I would be thrilled if I could help you out a bit with Spanish.
      please check out other posts on my website to get started.
      Regards. Marie.

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