Several months ago I met a guy at work who studies Scandinavistic, and he learned Swedish. Ever since, we’ve met once a month to eat and chat – in Swedish of course. This is fabulous practice for both of us and today I noticed that, five minutes into the conversation, I was even thinking in Swedish!
I love when that happens. I love when I immerse myself in a language so deeply that not just my tongue but also my brain switches to that language, without it being a conscious decision or even any effort.
It also often happens with English when I’m reading books or doing stuff online; my mind prefers to think in the language of the material.
If that’s not multilingualism then I don’t know what is