Am I truly bilingual myself?

Most people don’t realise that I’m not Australian when they first meet me. And that might be taken as a compliment on my English or the accent (or lack thereof) but every now and then I really give myself away and make a total fool of myself. I guess learning a second language isn’t all that easy after all.

There was the time, for example, that Michael and I were trying to organise to buy a house in Australia while we were still overseas. His parents really tried to help us out a lot and organised a lot of the nitty gritty for us. That was the word I was ment to say but out came: “It’s so good that you’re parents are going through the nipple gripple for us” (Michael had been telling me stories of his mates and him giving each other nipple gripples in college). Woopsy!

133892592_847a17c831_m.jpgWhen bushwalking in Australia you’re bound to hear lots of different bird calls. Friends would say: “Can you hear the bower bird?” or “I think that was a bell bird.” Being me I didn’t realise that they were talking about two different bird calls, so the only way I could make sens of this was to call the bird bowel bird. Wonder what that one would sound like, though?

And the one time that I totally sent Michael into hysterical fits from laughing was when I said: “That’s Bonox!” But maybe vegetable stock is better than some crude swear word?!

I guess those Kookaburras in the photo would laugh pretty hard about me, and maybe I should do the same, but sometimes I just find it right out embarassing to look so dumb.

(Kookaburras are birds whose call sound like a real belly chuckle and you can hear them every day at dusk and dawn in Australia if you life anywhere near the bush. They certainly always make me laugh.)