colombia free write
Tuesday, December 23, 2008 at 01:05AM The night is loud here
But not like Vegas, or Brazil
Its loud how night was intended, full of insect noises
And loud silence
My thoughts feel clear here
Like the sky, I can see stars, I never knew existed
I relax
Start slowing down my thoughts, and start writing
Cali has near perfect weather
The temp fluctuates between 78 and 72 degrees all year
No real need for air condition, or heat, just open the window
Spanish fills the house as
I try to recall words from my days in Spanish class
Mi espanol is decent pero no bueno enough! To keep up but I still try,
Just as embarrassed each time
I was the American,
a house full of Spanish women who loved to hear me try to talk and then laugh at my bad Spanish and funny accent, but they would try to do the same, in English which proved to be equally amusing. The Sabor (flavor) of Spanish women is so attractive to me; they are rooted to their cultures and their families. There is a real sense of identity.
The food (sigh) – think of your favorite food, now wrap-up that thought in your grandmothers love, now take that wrapped-up though and sprinkle some of Jesus’ tears on it. I honestly think that was the recipe to some of the things I ate. The juice was real juice - like take an orange and squeeze it into a cup real.
I breath in the air, I take in the language, I experience the culture. From the red clay tennis courts, to the hills that cascade into mountains, the place is absolutely beautiful.