It’s all in the translation

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It’s all in the translation

Por favor, una horca,” I ask the señora in the hardware store.

She looks horrified.

I make digging motions to indicate I need a garden fork.

She looks relieved, and says there are none in stock.

On looking up the Spanish for ‘horca’, I discover I’d asked for a gallows.

‘PINK IRONS’ AND OTHER FAUX PAS

Since buying and renovating a house in Spain in 2003, starting to build a new one there in 2006, and (over the past six years) spending from two to six months a year in our little mountain village, my friends have been asking, “So, how is your Spanish?”

“Well,” I reply, “I can say: ‘I do not want asbestos guttering’, or ‘Please paint the downspouts green’.”

As a rule, Spanish phrase books do not prepare you for actually living in the country – and certainly do not provide the necessary information for renovating or building a house. In an attempt to be able to communicate, I even attended Spanish lessons in South Africa; here’s an example from my study-book:

Mark y Mary están en la ciudad de México. Son de los Estados Unidos y son extranjeros en México. Hablan poco español.

Mark and Mary are in the city of Mexico. They are from the United States and are strangers to Mexico. They speak little Spanish.

Yes, very helpful.

My language skills may not have improved much over the past six years, but I’ve produced some Oscar-winning performances and become an extremely skilled artist. Needle and thread? No problem: draw a picture of a spool of thread with a needle alongside it. Garden fork? Easy: throw your back into it, and make exaggerated digging motions.

This latter example, in fact, was a lesson in itself. I’ve realised that when I look up the English word for the Spanish translation, I must then make sure to look up the Spanish word, to see how it translates back into the English.

In my dictionary, I looked up ‘fork’. I knew that ‘tenedor’ was a fork (as in ‘knife and …’), but wasn’t sure if it would be the same word for the kind of fork I needed for the garden.

This is what the dictionary told me:

‘fork’ (n) tenedor (m); agri – horca.

“Aha!” I thought. A fork for agricultural purposes is called a ‘horca’.

So I visited Conchi in the local hardware shop and, using my best pronunciation, asked for a horca. She looked at me, horrified. She looked even more upset when I made exaggerated digging motions. I finally resorted to drawing a picture.

“No, no, we don’t have any” … or words to that effect. I had the feeling she had a few dozen garden forks out the back, but wasn’t thinking straight any more.

The first thing I did when I got home was to look up the word ‘horca’ in the Spanish side of my dictionary. Its first translation is ‘gallows’. Its second translation is ‘a fork, as in the road, or as in the branches of a tree, from where they hang people’. Conchi maybe thought that I needed a gallows to hang my husband, and was then going to bury him?

On another trip to her hardware store (poor woman, she probably holds her breath every time I walk in), I asked for some string, as I needed to tie up a chicken to roast on the spit in the oven. (If you don’t tie up the legs and wings, they flap around something awful).

Conchi produced a spool of thick nylon rope.

“No, the chicken is dead,” I said, doing my best dead chicken impersonation.

(So, do Spaniards generally tie up their live chickens by the leg, with thick nylon rope, to stop them running away, or from having it off with the cockerel, or something?)

Juan at El Altillo

My best ‘tutor’ in the village has been Juan, the owner of the El Altillo bar. He has been wonderful at helping me to correct my pronunciation, my sentence structure and my vocabulary.

But I’m not sure if I’ll ever forgive him for a comment he made a couple of years ago …

Our son had come over for a visit. We met three lovely Dutch girls staying at a house in the village, and decided we’d all go out for dinner at El Altillo. Matthew translated the menu for everyone, and then placed our orders.

“Fantastic!” said Juan (in Spanish). “You come here for only a couple of weeks, and you speak Spanish like a local. Your mother, she comes here for five years, and all she can do is order a glass of red wine.”

“Hey, you cheeky sod, I understood all of that!” (Well, that’s what I wanted to say, but my Spanish wasn’t good enough).

And please don’t get me started on the English translation of Spanish menus. Why don’t the restaurateurs ask a native English-speaker to make sure the menu is comprehensible to the foreigners; I’d be happy to translate for free? On the other hand, we wouldn’t be able to enjoy such wonderful dishes as ‘pink irons’ – translated from ‘Rosada a la Plancha’, which is basically ‘fish on a plate’ … except that ‘rosada’ means pink and a ‘plancha’ is an iron.

One of the biggest obstacles to comprehension, however, has to be the Andalucian accent. One day we asked Juan when the football game was going to be on.

“Domino quarto,” he replied.

“¿Que?”

Juan patiently drew a picture of a clock, with the hands pointing at 1:45.

“Ah, dos minos quarto,” I said, emphasising the S at the end of the first two words.

“Si, domino quarto.”

I give up. So long as I can refuse asbestos guttering, get my downspouts painted green and order a glass of red wine, what more do I need?

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Am an inveterate traveller. Born in the UK and spent teen years in Stratford-upon-Avon. Emigrated to Canada in 1976. Married 33 years, with three children and two grandchildren. Have lived in Jakarta, Indonesia (1997-2001), Botswana (2001-2003) and Johannesburg, South Africa (2003-2010). I’m a perfectionist, very organised, typical Aries; as Purple Ronnie would say: I would be good at being Queen of the World because: I love bossing everyone around and telling them what to do; I am great at making clever plans; I am great fun to be with ‘cos I love action and adventure, and I always think up crazy ideas.

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  1. Hello Carolyn,

    Had a great laugh with your sufferings….I believe that your garden fork would be (this is Latin American Spanish, but our specific variety has a lot to do with Andalusian, since many Andalusians emigrated to Uruguay) “horquilla” (which, I admit, is akin to “small horca”, but then, if you say “horquilla” nobody will be thinking gallows…).

    Have just tweeted your post. You may find me as @NikiMat in Twitter.

    All the best, and hope you are acclimated by now. If not, you can always entertain the idea of moving down to Uruguay!

  2. Dear Carolyn,

    I enjoyed reading your post and I can identify with it. Being a translator myself and after 12 years in the UK I am aware of the embarrassment incorrect terminology can cause. However, on this occasion, the hardware store woman should not have been so horrified to hear the word “horca” as it does indeed refer to an instrument very similar to the English “fork”, only not used for digging but for lifting and turning straw (i.e. pitchfork): “Palo que remata en dos o más púas hechas del mismo palo o sobrepuestas de hierro, con el cual los labradores hacinan las mieses, las echan en el carro, levantan la paja y revuelven la parva”.

    As for the chickens, we do not tend to roast them whole, so no need for string. This is of course our loss – a whole bird roasted in the oven is superb!

  3. Thanks. I enjoyed this article.

    I am not a natural when it comes to languages so I still struggle a lot even though I have lived in Spain for 6 years now. I think that if there was some important reason (e.g. I needed to speak Spanish well to do a particular job) then maybe I would have done better.

    Bélen – we have spit-roasted whole chickens (pollo asado) on sale in a number of restaurants where we live. I thought this was a reasonably common dish in Spain.

  4. Hi John,

    You are referring to “pollo a l’ast”. There are many restaurants that sell these, but roasting a whole chicken at home in the oven the way it is done in the UK is not common in Spain.

    “Pollo a l’ast” is a Catalan term that refers to spit-roasted chickens. For some reason, the Catalan term is widely used in the rest of Spain.

    Belén

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