“The Dingle Peninsula?” Carlos asked curiously. That was
kind of a strange name, he thought. “That sounds great. And… I didn’t know you
spoke Irish.” As Carlos said that though he realized how stupid that probably
sounded. Of course Hancock could know
Irish – Carlos still knew Spanish and he lived nowhere near a Hispanic country
himself.“I know it sounds silly, I’ve heard all the jokes.” He snorted. His smile widened as Carlos went on and he offered a shrug. “It became mandatory to learn in schools around the country sometime after we won our independence, I might’a been sent to Hogwarts when I was only eleven, but I was in a regular school learnin’ with all the other Irish kids until then. It’s not a widely spoken language, almost died out actually, but we’re workin’ hard on tryin’ to revive it. Technically, it’s the national and first official language of Ireland, English bein’ the second, but you’ll find a hell of a lot more folks defaulting to English than Irish, it’s just not used much apart from a few counties and on all our fuckin’ signs, heh.”
Carlos hummed. “Damn the imperials trying to kill other languages,” he joked with a soft laugh. “Never give up – never surrender.” He chuckled and looked back out to the ocean. “I learned Spanish at home, even though we lived so far north from Mexico. I honestly can’t imagine going to a place where all the signs are in Spanish with English as a subtitle. And just about nobody speaks Spanish where my dad lives right now… though of course it has its usefulness.”
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