We hear music in the supermarket and on the radio, and there are some stations that play a LOT of American and/or British music. So, in the Chilean supermarket last week, I heard Taylor Swift, the Mamas and the Papas, Coldplay, Whitney Houston, and Lionel Richie. It’s kind of surreal. You could almost forget that you’re in South America.
When walking home from church on Sunday, we heard “Sweet Home Alabama” coming from someone’s backyard. (And it wasn’t a Gringo house. On our way to church we had seen a small group of Chilean men having a pow-wow of sorts in the backyard of this particular house.)
From talking with young people here, they have no idea what they’re hearing in these songs. Even still, the English music blares and bedrooms walls are plastered with Justin Beiber posters.
English. It’s the go-to language for so many things. We’re so lucky to have it as our first.