Afortunada in every way, shape, and form.
Por eso, I smile. Every time, every place, and every moment that happens through the grace and human electricity the universe conducts. When I went to Italica, I couldn't fathom what medio ambiente I was entering into... A civilization from 206 B.C., with structures still standing, that established societies to come However, they were not aware of what they were doing, what they were starting, and all the information they possessed that we still utilize today--an antiquated sense of living. But, life got complicated. We began to learn more, discuss more, with the opportunity to become more distracted, as well as, distance ourselves from one another. We rid ourselves of commun(al)ity. We provide ourselves with this illusion of openness, togetherness....más o menos...the facade of union. When, en verdad, living in denial does nothing but perpetuate this mentality... It is a change that is very simple to accomplish.
Mañana, I went to the beach with my compañera and her Spanish friends. A normal everyday activity... Everyone can relate. But, what's ironic (cómico) is you truly can't. I am from the incomparable area of Southern California...a mezcla of sorts that is lined by the timeless ocean that serves as a constant reminder of the grand immensity of el mundo. I encountered another piece of this giant puzzle at Matascalañas, this beach on the Mediterranean.
I relish the mundane, the everyday...Not for redundancy...(I let that control aspect of my personality free before I came here). A firm horario is comfortable and breeds settlement, not community. Allow me to expand. The beach is my home, when I am around water, I am instantly put at ease by the organic crash of a wave, a sinking step into wet sand, and the simple joys the beach has to offer...a long walk, a crisp, deep tan, salga the embrace of an old friend, the sun. But, I don't speak the same language as my companions. However, we enjoy the same things, such as, futbol on the beach, wading in the lukewarm water, and sharing apertivos and tinto verano on the sand over spontaneous conversation. We spend time searching for common words for sea animals and determining what I am trying to say about whales, sharks, and seals (ballenas, tiburones, focas). There is patience in the air, while I struggle to express the most simple of things on the ground because I don't know one word...
"No te procupes..."
No one writes me off because I have to use eight different words to describe the one word I am searching for to describe the most simple of things. No one ceases with trying to help me or walks away from listening to me. The intentness across the boys' faces are warm and easy... Sigue, tómete tu tiempo.
I have support...but, more importantly, I have time. In order to learn anything, it takes time. That is life. You have been placed here to teach, to influence, to show, and to try. And, if you get really good at it, to expand... your boundaries, dismiss your fears as worries, and take advantage of the time. Así, I am here participating in customs that appear to be the same as home...and they are, but I appreciate all of the particular differences that make every day different from those before and those that have yet to occur... And when you get really lucky, you find the people that underline and highlight the microscopic nuances for you along the way. Because there is one language that is universal--love.
la vuelta a escuela
para mi abuela--le encantan rosas
niña
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