"I've yet to see a case where in a church there was an interpreter nearby that could translate."
I have on numerous occasions.
I was raised in a Baptist church that had solid teaching but you couldn't clap in the morning service. Growing up I didn't have a problem with it because that was all I knew. But, while checking out worship in a church other than the church I was raised in, a few times I heard tongues and they were interpreted.
There was a lot of emotion in that church. And there was this really cute girl, too, but I digress. Anyway, during a time of praise I experienced something I had never previously experienced. It seemed as though something was trying to come up through the floor, through my feet and fill my body. It was an incredible feeling. But I was scripter, and scripter was a stuffed shirt.
The next think I knew, boom, Greg Lebarron, a guy with whom I went to high school and who was standing next to me started speaking in tongues. I opened my eyes and he was glowing, or so it appeared. After he stopped somebody else interpreted.
I saw something similar a few times. While I'm not much of one for the more spectacular gifts, I can't deny what I experienced. It seems God has given me other gifts than the gift of tongues.