Today is Day 11 of my trip. The first part of this adventure was a Tango holiday with Argentine Tango dancers from around the world. English was, and is, the common default language for this and many other international gatherings. But that does not mean we spoke the same English with the same meanings of words. Early on I discovered that “college” was roughly the equivalent of high school in The Netherlands and that I should say “University” to mean my years at NYU.
I was also charmed by the Capetown, Malta, London, Leeds, & Edinburgh accents and use of vocabulary that is uncommon in the United States. And I had conversations with people from Argentina, Spain, Kenya, Belgium, Switzerland, and many other places that I will recall both for content and style. It was a feast of words!
Am I infatuated with words? Yes.
Yesterday, I arrived in Porto, Portugal and I’m searching for the words to describe dinner last night. What can one say about foie gras creme brulee? It was rich and sweet and strange and wonderful and… There must be a word!