One of the hardest bits of living in a new place can be learning how to make small talk. There is nothing like the feeling you get after you’ve had your first “daily-routine” style exchange with a local in a new place – particularly in a foreign language. It’s one of the first signs you get that you might be able to fit in there.
In Cuba, I watched Mexican telenovelas so I could gossip with neighbourhood ladies. In England, I’m learning sport.
It started with football – which is incredibly easy to learn about as there are about a millions teams and most people (OK, most men, it seems) are happy to talk to you about it. Football fans have one (maybe two) favourite teams, so once you know a couple of people and which teams they support, football (the concept, not the game itself) develops a kind of social quality to it, as well. You start to pay attention to how Blackpool did, so you can congraulate the canteen guy on Monday. You can commiserate with your roommate when his team loses to their arch-rivals.
Pretty soon after moving here, I met my sports-mad boyfriend and my football education sped up. Then I was introduced to cricket. I’m not so keen on the latter and I have a tough time with terminology (keep slipping in to baseball banter), but I do like the international aspect. And there’s something to be said for a sport where nobody ever throws a hissy fit or a punch.
This time of year, it’s rugby. The Rugby World Cup is on and because the UK furnishes a bunch of teams, everybody has an opinion and probably a couple of loyalties.
I haven’t become a sports fanatic and I still don’t really know most of the rules, but I do know that learning how to follow standings (sort of) has helped me understand a lot of workplace / pub banter, and give me something to talk about besides the weather. (And for the record, I’m now cheering for New Zealand, just because they’re small.)