Tea with Tarvos - Linguavaganza (ES, EUS, FIN and many more)! 2020s log

[Cenwalh]

Hoy alguien me dijo que sueno vasca cuando hablo castellano. Debería de estar muy fumada esa persona...

What accent/dialect do you think your Spanish is closest to?

[tarvos]

Hoy alguien me dijo que sueno vasca cuando hablo castellano. Debería de estar muy fumada esa persona...

What accent/dialect do you think your Spanish is closest to?

I lived in Cantabria, right on the border with the Basque country, so some kind of northern tinge makes sense, but I suppose a light Dutch accent

But if anything, I'm just being self-deprecating because I don't think my accent is good enough to pass for a Spanish native, even though it's not bad. I definitely sound like I learned in Spain, and I definitely lack any Catalan or Andalusian characteristics. Maybe I should post a recording just for kicks and see if anyone here can tell me what they think it sounds like

[tarvos]

https://vocaroo.com/eXDI57OVrxJ

Here is your short recording, you decide whether I'm a good impersonator of the Basque accent or not

[Cenwalh]

I lived in Cantabria, right on the border with the Basque country, so some kind of northern tinge makes sense, but I suppose a light Dutch accent

But if anything, I'm just being self-deprecating because I don't think my accent is good enough to pass for a Spanish native, even though it's not bad. I definitely sound like I learned in Spain, and I definitely lack any Catalan or Andalusian characteristics. Maybe I should post a recording just for kicks and see if anyone here can tell me what they think it sounds like

It's interesting you should say that because I once confused a Basque family for a Dutch family when they were speaking English to me, so perhaps Spanish with a Dutch flair plus Cantabrian Spanish would give a Basque accent...

I don't quite have the ear to differentiate between the accents of Northern Spain, but you sound like you learnt Spanish somewhere there anyway

[tarvos]

For you all to enjoy: I figured I'd copy and paste a little poem for you all, something that I wrote in the wake of some personal events. It's written in my usual poetry language (English), but I hope the non-natives have fun with the language a bit. Just so you see what silly creativity I come up with.

(And those of you who understand the subtle references, all the better).

The Chalice of Malice

You hold the goblet to your mouth
Pointed teeth, vampire cowl
Drink the blood of the weak
Let out your anger! Justify!
And release your werewolf howl…

The chalice of malice in your hands
Once you take a sip from the poison
You’re imbued with mythical force
Then raise the dead from their slumber
A necrophiliac angel behind closed doors

Kiss the ring of old, honor traditions
Bathe in the swathes of cold fear
Break a sweat, to show who’s boss
Douse yourself in your fateful fantasy
And leave the hated present condition!

You’ve drunk the wine, become so divine
A templar for a reviled cause
Play with Anders, seal the pact
Wish upon the weak a lethal cataract
And pass into the ignominy of your mine

How does it feel to live underground?
Don’t you see, you’re not unwanted
Because of who you are found to be,
The stink of death that comes from your gob
Is what turned the vigilante’s prison knob!

As long as you continue to reek
And fill your brain with necromancy
Captive inside the shafts of your cave,
You can slurp from the chalice of malice
Till even the dead have forgotten your name.

[tarvos]

Exam tomorrow. Fingers and toes and everything crossed! Hopefully I'll make it, my teacher says I stand a good chance! So I should probably be able to do it! Much nervous, very stress, so excite, wow.

[tarvos]

That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, I might actually pass in one go. I might also not, but fingers crossed since I have to wait forever. I am satisfied with my performance.

[Dagane]

¡Hola, Tarvos! Tu lista de idiomas es simplemente impresionante. Yo me conformaría con hablar un tercio de ellos . Creo que coincidimos en HTAL hace años, aunque no estoy seguro.

A todo esto, soy cántabro y si alguien me dice que mi acento suena vasco se arriesga a que le arree un buen golpe. Al menos así me hubiera sentado ese comentario en mi adolescencia. Sin embargo, estudié en Galicia y allí tienen un acento muy diferente y muy pegadizo. Una semana allí y el acento gallego se te pega como el salitre. Bien, pues cuando volví a casa al término del primer trimestre me di cuenta de que mis padres tenían acento. ¡Oh, no! Y yo que toda mi vida había pensado que en Cantabria sólo se hablaba con acento en los pueblos... Pues el acento existe, como en todas partes, y sí...; esa primera vez tuve la revelación de que el acento cántabro tiene algo de vasco, aunque es más suave.

También he leído un poco acerca de tus problemas. Espero que no te arrastren y que los dejes todos atrás. ¡Mucha suerte!

[tarvos]

Quizás, mi memoria no es tan buena como para que me acordara.

Puede ser que tenga algo de vasco. Los veo muy parecidos de todos modos, además dado que yo vivía en Ramales de la Victoria, lo cual es un pueblecito justamente al lado de la frontera. Solía volar a Bilbao, y luego tomar el autobús hacia Laredo. Pero a mí no me importa si me llaman vasco - a mí personalmente el país vasco me encanta Lo unico que me falta es esa camisa de leñador...

Y no tienes por qué ir repartiendo hostias a cada gilipollas que te llame vasco... a no ser que de verdad quieres que crean que eres vasco porque andas dando hostias a todo el mundo.

[Dagane]

a no ser que de verdad quieres que crean que eres vasco porque andas dando hostias a todo el mundo.

Ahí le has dao .

Ramales está en el quinto pino, no sé cómo pudiste apañártelas. Ahora que, eres de Holanda, ¿no? Viví en tu país y lo recorrí en tren y en bicicleta. En general es un país muy abierto, culto y acostumbrado a los extranjeros. PERO recuerdo las miradas de extrañeza que recibí cuando se me ocurrió visitar Kampen en solitario y me imagino que pasarías por algo parecido en Ramales (donde, por ciertos, en tiempos había un restaurante muy bueno que no sé si seguirá existiendo).