I’m fluent in French. I took my first French classes in the ninth grade (roughly age 14) and studied it off and on through college. At age 24 I took a year abroad in Strasbourg, France, where I went from stuttering and stammering to actual fluency. J’ai achevé le Diplôme Approfondi des Études Françaises (DALF), donc selon le gouvernement français, c’est officiel! (Translation: I earned the Diploma of Thorough French Studies, so according to the French government, it’s official!)
While in Strasbourg, I started studying German. Since Germany was a 45-minute walk from where I lived (and faster by city bus,) I had ample opportunity to practice in the small German town of Kehl, just across the river, where French is useless. I’ve studied German off and on since then, but I’ve got a long way to go. Als in Straßburg ich war, ich habe ein bißchen Deutsch gelernt. (Translation: When I was in Strasbourg, I learned a little German.)
I’ve had two Spanish courses, but mostly I’ve picked up on Spanish by walking around New York. I’ve lived in the New York area for five and a half years, so I’ve been able to get some practice in. Knowing French helps a lot. I’m not fluent in this language, either. ¿Porque no son picante, las salsas de Taco Bell? (Translation: Why aren’t Taco Bell’s sauces very spicy?)
I’ve found I can hack through written Portuguese, which I’ve studied a little on my own. I’ve recently been hanging out with a Brazilian, so things might pick up.
When I was a kid, I always assumed that every adult worth his or her salt could speak Latin. That might be true. I figured I would have learned Latin by now. I haven’t. I’ve got books, and one day maybe I’ll make myself.
I can sound out Polish and Russian successfully, but that’s about it. I know maybe six words in each language, and essentially nothing about how to construct a sentence in either.
**Jomo Mojo—**As a lifelong linguaphile and aspiring polyglot of the Nth degree: I say you are a god.