This summer we are travelling up the St Lawrence. A road trip. We’ve been meaning to for a while and this was the year we finally cemented plans and took the leap. Starting out in Ontario and making our way east, we are travelling first to Montreal, then Quebec City, Saguenay, Tadoussac and beyond …
We have not yet made it out of Quebec yet as I write this. And my time in this beautiful province has not only afforded me rich opportunities to learn about the history and culture and surroundings in each region I visit, but also the language.
Although I am not bilingual, as an ESL teacher I am very used to using other languages every day … to speak with students, to scaffold learning tasks, to support students as they use and expand their first languages simultaneously with English acquisition and curriculum content. And now I find myself using many of these same strategies during my summer trip. I am constantly learning new phrases, checking the meaning of unfamiliar words on google translate, using context and gestures to aid communication … and others are doing the same for me. As the days go by, street signs, menus, pit stops, and shopping trips all become unconventional language teachers, bringing about new interactions, inviting in new words.
But one thing, above all others, has provided the most opportunities to communicate and connect with others in French.
We got a new puppy this year and, perhaps a bit too ambitiously, we decided to bring him along. He is 6 months old now, with floppy ears and the softest black and caramel-coloured fur. He has bright white paws that make him look as though he is wearing mittens. His eyes are a solid ice blue — except for the right one, which has a little brown in it too. He is full of puppy-bright energy, sometimes pulling too hard on the leash, but always on the lookout for cuddles and treats.
He goes everywhere we go on this trip … down centuries-old cobblestone streets; onto sun-warmed patios for slow afternoon meals; down forest trails lined with pine-dotted cliffs on one side, and deep fjord blue on the other. And no matter where we bring him, it is our little puppy that has started the most conversations. I have learned how to answer delighted inquiries in French about his age, what type of dog he is, if he is friendly, and if it is alright to pet him. I somehow managed to have a short conversation about Samoyeds with a woman whose puppy took a liking to ours, both of us moving back and forth between English and French (with a lot of gestures) to communicate. I listened quietly to a lovely couple who approached and told us, using simple French and a little English, that they had just lost their dog, and saw something of him in ours.
I love the connections that come through embracing other languages, and in using all the tools we have as human beings to communicate. And I love how my world gets a little bigger with every gesture, every sought-after word, every conversation … every time I see someone’s knowledge, personality, and feelings flow with their language — even if I do not understand everything they are saying. Whether it is during the school year when working with students and families, or on long summer trips like this, using different languages and ways to communicate is always a gift.
As September approaches, these August days remind me at every turn of the importance of using first languages in school … in learning, in lessons, in the way we move through the day. This fall, may you and your students discover your own new and beautiful words.