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Spanish in What about your saucepans
What about your saucepans
Ten years in the life of a British woman
living in the Dominican Republic


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"... My parents, both in their mid 60s, were retired but still active and busy. Mum had been a teacher and Dad a navigator in the Air Force, but now Mum was studying for a Master’s degree at Cambridge University and Dad was studying Spanish at the Open University, and both were heavily involved in village life. The village was not far from Huntingdon, where they lived in a beautiful mock Tudor house. It was calm, peaceful and quintessentially English. I always enjoyed being there. They would have a lovely lunch ready – they ..."
"...I already spoke French and German, and realised in Menorca that if I could speak Spanish too it would enhance my chances of getting work, especially in South America, definitely a place I wanted to go. By now I was forty-four, much older than your average diving instructor, but I decided to look at the PADI website for instructor’s positions in tropical, Spanish speaking countries ..."
"...Oh sod it, I thought. I might as well give it a go. I spoke no Spanish, but luckily he was Haitian so we chatted in French. He explained how to climb on, and off we went with me hanging onto him for dear life. Over the next few trips I became used to them, learnt how to climb on and off without burning my leg ..."
"...Jason was intelligent. He could speak fluent English, French, Creole and Spanish, but it was impossible for me to change his way of thinking. Dominicans and Haitians had entrenched beliefs, which I could not question or change. These beliefs had been passed down from parents to children through generations, and in their eyes were true. ..."
"...The Dominican Republic is situated in the northern part of the Caribbean and is part of Hispaniola, an island discovered by Christopher Columbus in 1492 and used as his springboard for the Spanish conquest of the Caribbean. The DR takes up roughly two thirds of the island with the western third being Haiti. The area of the country is 48,730 km²–twice the size of Wales – making it the second largest country in the Caribbean after Cuba. The northern coast lies on ..."
"...However, in the Dominican Republic it was a different story. The population was less than Haiti and subsistence farming the main occupation. As the Spanish weren’t interested in sugar production, they didn’t import large numbers of slaves. By 1790 there were 125,000 white Spanish landowners, 60,000 slaves and 25,000 black and mulatto freemen. The blacks were a minority and as the Spanish were encouraged to marry both the freemen and the black slaves, the ..."
"...Although many Dominicans today like to say they are descended directly from the Indians, the majority are a mix of the African and Spanish, with 85% of the population being brown skinned or mulatto, and the rest of pure Spanish or pure African descent. The proximity to Haiti, one of the poorest nations in the world, brings with it particular issues for the Dominican Republic. The population of the DR is estimated at ..."

"... “It’s prawn curry tonight, is that okay for you?” Danilo looked at the policeman quizzically, “Que es ‘prawn’? Que es ‘curry’?” I had no idea how to say prawn in Spanish and once inside the apartment, I showed them. “Oh… camarones!” he exclaimed. I had no idea neither ..."
"... right. The other major issue for us was the language barrier. My Spanish was very limited, and although Danilo spoke a little English, the kids spoke none. One night I said to them in my broken Spanish, “Do you want pasta or rice to eat?” three little faces looked blankly at me. ..."
"... confused. I was slowly picking up Spanish but the Dominican dialect misses out the letters from words, and often the word is not completely pronounced either. If I wanted to know what a word meant and looked it up in a dictionary, it was impossible. For example, Danilo would ask me, “Dondé ..."
"... was the word for motorway and they would say, pita. Danilo would often speak English, although as my Spanish improved the English took a back seat. One day he phoned me at work and yelled down the phone, “I lose my teeth!” “Where are your teeth?” I asked incredulously, thinking ..."
"...had a bedtime story read to them, they had never been cuddled, never had help with homework. It was the same for everyone who came from a similar background – approximately 40% of the population lived in extreme poverty, and another 40% were not much better off. As my Spanish improved I tried to have conversations with Danilo about this. ..."
"... he sat me down on the couch. “That woman is Diomaris,” he said through gritted teeth. “She left me and boys as she not happy with us, and she went with Spanish man to live in Spain. In three years I hear nothing. Now she back and she want see Christian.” “I can’t see any problem in ..."
"...After much toing and froing, Danilo agreed to sign the paperwork to allow her to take Christian to Spain and he left for a new life there with her and her Spanish husband. There was nothing either of us could do about it, and we knew he would have more opportunities and better schooling in Spain, so we accepted the situation. Dany and Alberto did not seem too upset about their younger brother leaving, although Danilo and I missed him dreadfully ..."
"...make me happy. They were never happier than when I would take them to the shops so they could help with the shopping, or when I read them a bedtime story. I introduced them to Winnie the Pooh, and tried to tell them English fairy stories in my basic Spanish. I tried to teach them some English, and we covered the apartment with Post-It notes with the words for things in Spanish and English so we could all learn. I was beginning to enjoy being a mother for the first time. ..."
"...if they fail them they have to retake the year. According to Unicef, the repetition rate amongst the richest children is 2.3%, and amongst the poorest is 8.7%. If they make it to the 8th grade, they take national examinations known as the Pruebas Nacionales. There are four subjects: Spanish Language, Mathematics, Social Sciences and Natural Sciences and the pass rate is 65%. ..."

Chapter 3: Family life
"... We sat on the plane and I went through all the buttons on the seat, and the video player and helped him to put on his seatbelt. We were flying Iberia with everything in Spanish, which made life easier. Just before we took off Danilo asked, “When will my mouth go round to under my ears?” ..."
"...I ended up where I started, owning a house, and living with a man. The difference was I had two kids, two dogs and one cat. The cat was Missy Moonanga (misu means pussy cat in Dominican Spanish). Danilo had come home one night when we were in Oscar's house and sat down to dinner. After about thirty minutes he jumped up. ..."
"...long and fat. They were red with long black hairs and if you stamped on their head their tail would whip up and sting you. I discovered the only way to deal with them was to drop something on them covering them completely, like a bread board or my Spanish/ English dictionary and leave them for Danilo to dispose of. ..."
"... looking forward to another bright and sunny day, full of laughter and living life to the full. Colmado in Spanish literally means full to the brim, and is equivalent of a corner shop or a 7-Eleven. They are everywhere, with some being tiny, no more than a little shack, and some a little ..."

"...Dolio who would keep their ears to the ground and tell him what was going on. Most of them lived in the shacks in the woods, although not all, and our house became a major meeting point. I began to call his friends ‘dwendies’, which is taken from the Spanish word for garden gnome, duende. I would wake up in the morning and wander outside in my dressing gown and there would be four or five Haitians and Dominicans sitting in my garden, like gnomes without the fishing rods. They would hang around most of the day, and if ..."
"...prices would be based on someone’s ability to pay, it did sometimes leave a nasty taste when I felt I was being ripped off. Luckily, I had Danilo to do much of the negotiating for me, and the longer I was in the DR, and the better I spoke Spanish, the less it happened. ..."
"... and the smoke will take your list to the North Pole.” “He has camels,” explained Dany to Alberto. “He has a lorry which is pulled by camels.” Seeing as I had no idea of the Spanish word for reindeer, we stuck with camels. “I want peanut butter,” piped up Alberto. “I want a ..."
"...think anyone noticed my entrance, they were far more impressed with him. The Dominicans are very deferential towards people in authority, particularly politicians. He very generously gave us a microwave as a wedding gift. The service was traditional, at least I think it was, as it was conducted in Spanish. The judge wanted to make sure she omitted nothing with José Tomas being there. I had to say ‘yo accepto’ (I do) after each phrase. I must have accepto-ed fifty times and had no idea what most of them were. We had two political witnesses too, Licenciado Franklin Compres, ..."
"... - Kotex = sanitary towel Sanwee - sandwich Una fria - literally ‘a cold one’ = beer And the Haitians who had recently arrived and could not speak Spanish would ask for everything in Creole. At the same time Danilo was spending more time with José Luis Bencosme and Franklin Compres ..."
"...My mother told me my father had a chest infection. Dad was studying Spanish at the Open University and had nearly finished his degree. His Spanish was much better than mine and he had been to see me once on his own, and once with Mum. He loved Danilo and the pair of them got on really well. Danilo called him Papa, as ..."
"...it was a huge change for her. I had met her in Freedom Bar and we had the same sense of humour so I offered to take her shopping. She did not have a car and was a little concerned about taking the local buses as she didn’t speak Spanish. I picked her up in the jeep, which had been fixed, to a point, but the windscreen was still shattered, although you could just about see through it, and there were no seat belts. She came to the door dressed in capri pants and a nicely ironed shirt, with ..."

"...“Please, it hurts,” I whispered. “It hurts so much, and they won’t give me anything. Please can you make them give me something for this pain.” Rachel marched out and I could hear her shouting at the nurses in Spanish, with a British northern twang. She came back in and sat down next to the bed on a plastic chair, and pushed her dark shiny bob behind her ears. ..."
"... quietly. “You know there’s no point in my coming now as I don’t speak Spanish, but I will come once you get out of hospital. Of course, if your father were alive he would have come straight away.” That did it. Talking about Dad, I sat sobbing uncontrollably for a while. I was finding ..."

Chapter 6: Back to normal
"...Jean arrived and moved in. He spoke no Spanish, or English or French, only Creole. He was tall, long limbed and strong, but so thin you could see all his bones. I took him round the garden trying to explain what needed doing in a mixture of Creole and French and to everything I said he replied, “Oui ..."
"...and in true Dominican fashion he stretched out his arm and shook my hand in greeting, which caused titters in the congregation. The vicar blew his nose as we were about to start and put his handkerchief in his pocket. Danilo was appalled, turning to me and saying in Spanish, “How on earth can he stand there with a pocket full of snot?” In the DR people blow their nose between their fingers and throw it on the ground, which I suppose is equally disgusting to us. ..."
"... As well as working in the colmado a couple of days a week, I was now giving private Spanish classes to a range of people which kept me busy, and ensured my Spanish improved. I was limited in what I could do as my voice would only work on a one to one basis, so I couldn’t teach to large groups. ..."
"...She was an amazing woman, vibrant with flaming red hair, incredibly long fingernails and a chain smoker. She spoke fluent Spanish but in a broad English accent, which the Dominicans found hilarious. Her knowledge of the country and her understanding of the culture and the people was fascinating, and following our meeting in person, we started to communicate daily via emails as well as chat online. ..."

Chapter 7: A new dream
"...a candidate with the Dominican Liberation Party (PLD), we had to arrange for business cards, flyers, posters, baseball caps, flags, and make plans to officially launch his candidacy. There was excitement in the air, and I was enjoying getting back into the world of work, rather than just teaching Spanish and helping out at the colmado. ..."
"... The whole area of finance was very important as other than my pension and a small amount from the colmado and the Spanish lessons, we had no income. Danilo had to resign from the Air Force, as it was not allowed for a member of any branch of the military or police to be involved in politics. ..."
"...On a Thursday in September I was riding my pasola back from teaching Spanish, and I had a call from an American friend called Dana. I stopped the pasola and fished my phone out of my pocket, “Lindsay, you have to help. Ezequiel is in jail.” Her boyfriend, Ezequiel, was number two dwendy. I was not too concerned, as like many people he ..."

Chapter 8: The fight goes on
"...date as to when the results would be officially declared, although they were available online. Danilo was still in hiding and I tried to live life as normally as possible. Everywhere I went I was accompanied by at least one security guard, usually Elpidio. Elpidio is an old fashioned Spanish name, but its literal meaning is, ‘he who begs’. Nice name. I never found out what his real name was. He was single with no children, which he was desperate to have as he was now in his mid thirties. If I was meeting with female friends, he would ..."

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