In many of my cross-cultural experiences, I'm the one traveling, navigating a foreign place, and floundering my way through a new language. Now it’s the other way round. I get to explain and correct and clarify. It’s such a treat, getting to build cross-cultural bridges from the comfort of my home.
Yesterday, we invited one of Melissa’s friends, a Colombian IVEPer named Ayda, for supper and then to help with canning tomatoes afterwards.
“We have lots of secrets,” Ayda said, her nose in the air. “One dollar, please.”
I have a feeling that this year is going to be a special one. The world is coming to our door, and we don't even need to go anywhere. Lucky us.
This same time, years previous: the quotidian (8.24.15), that special date, he got me, 16, coming up for air, whole wheat buttermilk waffles, and homemade butter.