So I’m on vacation in Hawaii, and I figured I’d try out my beginner’s 日本語 on the many Japanese people staying at my hotel. I’ve been studying at home for about nine months, but my focus has primarily been on learning to read. But suddenly I find myself surrounded with real live Japanese folks! Woo! A golden opportunity to practice!
It’s been interesting. I've actually managed to have a few reasonable conversations. It's the opposite of my experience with Spanish: in Japanese, I can understand much of what they say back to me, but danged if I can't say the simplest thing when I'm under pressure. (In Spanish, I can always spit out something, but danged if I can't understand the rapid-fire responses I get.)
Anyway, I have had some embarrassing moments. Here are some examples. Do feel free to comment on my inept grammar and usage.
Day one. A Japanese family plops down right next to me at the プール。Score! I bravely introduce myself.
Me: 日本人ですか?
Bemused Japanese vacationer: はい!
Me: 日本語を勉強します!
Bemused Japanese vacationer:凄い!素晴らしい! どうして?
Me: (speechless).
Day two. I notice that one of the concierges has a Japanese name. Woo! I bravely introduce myself.
Me: 日本語を勉強します!
Concierge (pausing and looking at me with something like pity): 難しい、ですね?
Me: (again at a loss for words. At last I spit out
はい、難しいですよ。
Concierge (in English): Will there be anything else?
Day three. I see a Japanese family in the omelette line. I address the nearest one, a kid around age 10 or so.
Me: おはようございます!
Unimpressed Japanese kid (in English): “What?”
Day four. I’m at lunch, and my lunch partners scoot, leaving me alone. At the next table, two middle-aged Asian women are chatting and laughing, and I’m convinced I hear them speaking Japanese. One pauses and looks over at me and smiles. My big chance!
Me: こんにちわ!
Friendly lunching tourist (smiling politely): What’s that?
Me: Erm, I said hello in Japanese. Where are you from?
Friendly lunching tourist: Korea.
Day five. I meet a Japanese mom in the hot tub, speaking only briefly. Later, we meet again in the swimming pool, where the water is (in my opinion) way too warm, because of the hot late afternoon sun. She and her daughter are romping in the water, and she seems genuinely interested in helping me practice my Japanese. I actually manage to carry on a reasonable conversation about the pool, the weather, Hawaii, and where we’re each from. (She is from Niigata.) Then I try to make more conversation.
Me: 娘はよく泳ぎますですね.
Polite Japanese mom: (something very fast, ending with
プールが大好きです。
Me (haltingly): Er, プールの水は温かい、ですね?
Polite Japanese mom: …
Me (flustered): Er, プールは暑いですね?
Polite Japanese mom (looking at me doubtfully): そうですね。
Me (unable to conjure up a single Japanese word): Well, uh, nice to meet you.
Polite Japanese mom: Nice to meet you too. さようなら。
Day six. Japanese guy stops right in front of me as I sit on my pool chair. I conspicuously brandish my Japanese-language “Kyoda Times”, hoping he’ll inquire about my love for Japanese. Instead he looks over me and addresses a pool attendant in lightly accented English. “Can I get a setup over here for 4 people?”, he says.
Day seven. In the hot tub, I find myself next to an exotic-looking middle-aged woman, and I’m sure she’s Japanese. I finally work up the courage to speak to her, but this time in English.
Me: Where are you from?
Exotic middle-aged woman: El Salvador.
It’s been interesting. I've actually managed to have a few reasonable conversations. It's the opposite of my experience with Spanish: in Japanese, I can understand much of what they say back to me, but danged if I can't say the simplest thing when I'm under pressure. (In Spanish, I can always spit out something, but danged if I can't understand the rapid-fire responses I get.)
Anyway, I have had some embarrassing moments. Here are some examples. Do feel free to comment on my inept grammar and usage.
Day one. A Japanese family plops down right next to me at the プール。Score! I bravely introduce myself.
Me: 日本人ですか?
Bemused Japanese vacationer: はい!
Me: 日本語を勉強します!
Bemused Japanese vacationer:凄い!素晴らしい! どうして?
Me: (speechless).
Day two. I notice that one of the concierges has a Japanese name. Woo! I bravely introduce myself.
Me: 日本語を勉強します!
Concierge (pausing and looking at me with something like pity): 難しい、ですね?
Me: (again at a loss for words. At last I spit out
はい、難しいですよ。Concierge (in English): Will there be anything else?
Day three. I see a Japanese family in the omelette line. I address the nearest one, a kid around age 10 or so.
Me: おはようございます!
Unimpressed Japanese kid (in English): “What?”
Day four. I’m at lunch, and my lunch partners scoot, leaving me alone. At the next table, two middle-aged Asian women are chatting and laughing, and I’m convinced I hear them speaking Japanese. One pauses and looks over at me and smiles. My big chance!
Me: こんにちわ!
Friendly lunching tourist (smiling politely): What’s that?
Me: Erm, I said hello in Japanese. Where are you from?
Friendly lunching tourist: Korea.
Day five. I meet a Japanese mom in the hot tub, speaking only briefly. Later, we meet again in the swimming pool, where the water is (in my opinion) way too warm, because of the hot late afternoon sun. She and her daughter are romping in the water, and she seems genuinely interested in helping me practice my Japanese. I actually manage to carry on a reasonable conversation about the pool, the weather, Hawaii, and where we’re each from. (She is from Niigata.) Then I try to make more conversation.
Me: 娘はよく泳ぎますですね.
Polite Japanese mom: (something very fast, ending with
プールが大好きです。Me (haltingly): Er, プールの水は温かい、ですね?
Polite Japanese mom: …
Me (flustered): Er, プールは暑いですね?
Polite Japanese mom (looking at me doubtfully): そうですね。
Me (unable to conjure up a single Japanese word): Well, uh, nice to meet you.
Polite Japanese mom: Nice to meet you too. さようなら。
Day six. Japanese guy stops right in front of me as I sit on my pool chair. I conspicuously brandish my Japanese-language “Kyoda Times”, hoping he’ll inquire about my love for Japanese. Instead he looks over me and addresses a pool attendant in lightly accented English. “Can I get a setup over here for 4 people?”, he says.
Day seven. In the hot tub, I find myself next to an exotic-looking middle-aged woman, and I’m sure she’s Japanese. I finally work up the courage to speak to her, but this time in English.
Me: Where are you from?
Exotic middle-aged woman: El Salvador.
Edited: 2010-07-30, 4:25 am
