I am thoroughly amused by how many languages are spoken (or have been studied extensively) within my family. By "my family" I don't just mean my parents and two siblings, but my boyfriend and my brother's girlfriend as well. With those 7 people here are the languages that are spoken fluently::
English (all of us).
Cebuano (everyone except my boyfriend and brother's girlfriend).
Ilocano (my brother's girlfriend).
Latin (okay, it's a dead language, but my father is as fluent as one can be in Latin).
Ancient Greek (see above).
Here are the languages that have been studied extensively::
Spanish (my mum, my youngest brother, and D).
French (my dad, my elder brother, and myself).
German (my dad and my elder brother).
Aramaic (my dad).
Hebrew (my dad).
D has also been studying Japanese for about 2 years. And we're (most likely) going to move to Korea soon after I graduate, so then we'll start learning Korean.
The most amusing thing about this is the way we communicate when we're all together. It's this weird mixture of Cebuano and English (with less Cebuano when my brother's girlfriend and D are with us), with random words from other languages thrown in that we all can understand. Because of my youngest brother, I know the most random Spanish words, and because of my elder brother we all know the weirdest German words. Same with French and Latin. D has even learned some Cebuano from being around my family so much!
That makes me really happy.
My family kicks ass.
