Showing posts with label English. Show all posts
Showing posts with label English. Show all posts

11 March, 2014

How to Survive as an Expat

10 March, 14

When we decided to move to Spain, we really had no idea what we were about to do. Moving to a different town is difficult. Moving to another continent is ridiculous. If somebody could have told me ahead of time some things I needed to know, it would have made the transition much easier, so I am carrying it forward and writing a Top 10 on how to survive as an expat.
  1. Learn the language as fast as you can. Susan and I enrolled in free classes given by the local government. They were very good, but only two times a week. We opted to add more intensive lessons, which can be a little costly. The tradeoff, however, has been a dramatic improvement in our Spanish skills. After only six weeks, we can have decent conversations with people on a variety of subjects. In addition, we have made several new friends from China, Brazil, Poland and Germany.
  2. Be humble. There is a God, and you are not it. Make fun of yourself, not them. If a stranger came into your house and immediately started criticizing the way it looked, how dirty it was and your obvious lack of taste in furniture, you would be rightly offended. That is what it feels like to a native, when an expat tells them their streets are dirty or their cuisine is inferior. Nobody invited you to come and give a report on the status of their country. If you don't like it, leave.
  3. Zip your lip. I am sure that you were appointed by President Fillintheblank to be his economic and political adviser, but the citizens of your new country really don't want to hear what you have to say. You are an ambassador for the entire country. It is fine, even expected, for you to be proud and passionate about your country, but they don't want to hear about it. When people ask you what you think about the President, tell them you haven't met him yet, but hope to one day. If you can't even order food at a restaurant without using a translator, how in the world are you going to explain democracy or fiscal policy? Keep your opinions to yourself, unless they flatter your new country and neighbors. Think about it.
  4. Don't play the comparison game. The number one way to make people hate you is to compare them to your home country. Believe it or not, they are just as proud of their country and culture as you are of yours. Praise them for anything you can find. Where I live, they are very proud of their fruits and vegetables. I rave over their tomatoes and oranges. Now it is rare that we ever pay for oranges, as a friend gives us a big sackful whenever we need it. Be a sponge, not a hose.
  5. Stop looking for McDonald's and Starbucks. In fact, stop looking for any chain stores and restaurants. The local shop owners are your neighbors, and some of them will become your friends. If you want to experience the true culture of a new country, don't waste your time going to some place that you already know. Hamburgers at a fast food restaurant really do taste just as bad here as they do everywhere else. When you go to a chain, you are making an implicit statement that you don't like the host country's food or culture.
  6. Shop local. Eat local. Play local. Even if you live in a major metropolis, you can confine your daily routines to a small number of shops and restaurants, at least for the first six months. You will be surprised at the faces that you begin to recognize and the relationships you make. I know all the employees at the local grocer and butcher shop. They share photos of their children with me. Sometimes I get free stuff or extra cuts of meat. Even the customers recognize me and say hello on the street. 
  7. Participate in everything. If there's a festival, go. If they invite you to attend some event, do it. I just finished an incredible weekend with 50 strangers. One of them had invited me to a pig processing day, where they made sausage and various other dishes. Some of the creations would not have been on my plate in a normal setting, but I tried everything. I now have 50 friends and a wider palette.
  8. Sign up for classes. My wife is developing a great artistic talent that lay too long dormant by taking watercolor and pyrography classes. In addition, she is meeting people and learning the language. Susan is more shy and timid than I am, so a relaxed classroom atmosphere, with a shared focus gives her a safe way to interact.
  9. Learn to laugh at yourself. I quickly learned every Spanish cuss word in the book. By accident. It is very dangerous to order cuts of meat at the butcher shop, because many of their "dirty words" are closely related to meat. Whenever I order, everyone gets quiet, so they can hear what I say next. Every time there is a roar of laughter, I know I hit a zinger. Instead of getting angry or embarrassed, I have learned to laugh along with them. 
  10. Offer to teach English free. Most people in the world would love to learn English. In Spain, the children have a decent base from school, so they can read and write, and American movies and music dominate the screens and radios. All most people need is conversation. This is a great way to meet people and develop friendships. We are certainly not qualified as English teachers, but we can ask them to write and speak about their perfect mate or Utopia.

As I finished writing this list, I realized that it would probably work in a move across town just as well as a move to another country. We all yearn to know and be known. When we realize that we need to listen more than we speak, we will grow and develop into the kinds of people that are worthy of the title, "Friend". 

31 December, 2013

Duality

31 December, 13

I have mentioned before that most people see me in one of two ways:

  1. Very serious-minded.
  2. Very jolly.


The truth is I am both, which makes for some interesting conversations in my head. Serious and funny often comes out as biting sarcasm. Seriously funny emerges as self-deprecating humor. I love to deprecate all over myself, particularly when masticating.

Moving to an entirely new culture has unleashed parts of me that were more or less safely held in check back in the States.

In America, I was the upstanding citizen: community volunteer, church elder. I was also mischievous and a little deviant, but that was usually under cover of darkness, with a select group of friends. The trick was to keep circles of relationships separate and distinct, to prevent one group from talking to the other. Every once in a while, those groups would intersect, which created some great Lucy Ricardo moments.


In Spain, I have no identity. I could import one of the old Dan’s or choose to forge a new one. In some ways I have reverted to my college days. I think this is due, in large part, to the fact that I have no major responsibilities. Basically, I just have to show up for “class”, which means trips to the market to buy groceries.

After a few months, I think I am ready to be Upstanding Citizen Dan or Entrepreneur Dan.  Opportunities abound for both, but the Entrepreneur costume seems to fit a little better right now.

So far, I have identified several needs in Spain. The BIG ONE is English translation for businesses. You can fall over and hit a poorly written web page. They look like Google Translate, with a mix of jibberish thrown in for good measure. My idea is to charge a flat fee per page. This is a job that I can do from anywhere. The next iteration would be to translate English pages to Spanish, but I will need to hone my Spanish quite a bit, before I can pull that one off.

Teaching English as a second language is another avenue. Right now, Susan and I volunteer teach a class of about 12 people. We are also about to enroll in formal Spanish classes, so we should be getting a good idea of how to do it. I think Business English would be fun, focusing on how to market goods and services to English speakers.

If I can get a Worker’s Visa, we will qualify for the Spanish health care system, which is excellent and free. 

So many directions lie before me. I am like a mosquito in a nudist colony. I know what to do; I just don't know where to begin.

16 December, 2013

The Art of Translation

15 December, 13

My neighbor, Juan, is a native Alberceñan. He knows everything about this area, almost as well as Julio, but not quite. He has been telling me about several wineries in Murcia, in an area called Jumilla. Spain has a great reputation for wines, especially in Rioja and Ribera del Duero, so I was eager to check it out. We were supposed to go last Friday, but he asked if I could come over to his house to help him with something else first. So of course I was happy to oblige.

It turns out his aunt is a very well-respected art restorer. She is currently working on a Diego Velázquez portrait of King Felipe IV, of Spain, dating from 1623. A museum in Australia is looking to buy it for $1,500,000. She sent a proposal to them for completing the restoration, including an English translation. They sent the proposal back, saying the translation stunk. That's where I came into the picture.

Juan showed me what had been previously sent, and I was shocked. It was awful. Evidently, nobody is available in all of Spain to translate documents.

Juan and I sat at his computer and reworked the entire proposal. I started with Google Translate as an easy way to establish a foundation. Then I refined it, so that it would make sense. The biggest problem was in describing some very technical aspects of art, about which, I know nothing.

For example, the proposal included a description of x-rays and chemical analysis already performed on the painting, as a way of verifying its authenticity. The English translation said the first coat on the canvas was dirt and carbon. Maybe that is true, but I don't think so. We added some real technical sounding words, like organic soil compound.

If the picture ends up selling, I am looking for a 10% cut. We'll see.

I have also edited a friend's webpage. He has a very successful multi-national sign business, but his English version web page stunk. It took me about 20 minutes.

It is amazing to me how prevalent this problem is. I am starting to see opportunity...