Part 1: English isnât my first (or second!) language but Iâve been speaking for so long that yeah, sometimes, Iâll pause a bit before speaking one of my other languages. But Iâve noticed, if Iâm back home and immersed again, itâll only take me a few days to a week to be back to fluency. So I bet if Marco gets thrown into a situation where he has to speak Spanish more than English, it wouldnât be long before his fluency was back.
Pt2: In my personal experience, bilingual households have a lot of code-switching. Itâs not that you speak one language for a period of years then another, but a baby grows up speaking&learning both at the same time. Marcoâs Spanglish is a marvel. Peter tried to keep up with the Spanish after Eva died but he was never as fluent and heart broken besides. Marco canât remember the last time Eva had spoken Spanish. Sometimes he wonders if that was a cry for help. Later he knows it was the Yeerk.
UGGGGGHHH. This is painful and beautiful and perfect.
I love the idea of post-war Eva automatically yelling at Marco in Spanish to be careful or to remember to bring a coat before going outside or to keep an eye on the time if heâs going to be morphing. And I love the idea of Marco automatically yelling something back, also in Spanish, about how heâs always careful or heâs not six years old anymore. And the first like fifteen times it happens, Marco has to stop dead for a solid minute and just process the fact that he remembers. That it just rolled right off his tongue. That maybe he canât conjugate verbs anymore (and probably never could) but he can still grumble and curse and count and he can still communicate with his mom, with that entire side of the family, when there was a time he thought those days were gone for good.










