(and old post that I am just posting now)
I’m at the airport in Los Angeles. The airport. All around me, languages fly and my white skin makes me a minority. And so it begins. The languages flow over my body, into and around my ears. It feels like a blanket or a set of headphones—all encompassing and oddly comfortable.
The Spanish piques my ear, but I have to focus all of my attention to understand half of it. That is both petrifiying and exciting. I wonder how much I’ll be able to understand five months from now.
I feel sort of numb…like I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing, but I’m not exactly unsure, either.
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blogs i check
- a nun's life
- a pedal stroke closer to the monastery
- barbegazie goes south...way south
- from the pews in the back
- life in the northern latitudes
- little beasties
- north maple rag
- post it: photoblog
- quienes somos
- reimann family farm
- river of birds
- seminarian aquarium
- story a day
- tree wind sky
- young adult catholics
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