It’s been about nine months since we replanted ourselves in the rich soil of good ol ‘Merica — nine months since Costa Rica was was the place we called “home”.
Sometimes I can’t believe that we went, we did life there, and we returned. Honestly? Sometimes it feels like a dream.
But then my sister calls out of the blue, like she did just now, and asks me what such-and-such means in Spanish, because one of her sweet munchkins picked up a new word on Dora. When (by some small miracle) I know the answer, it fills my spirit with such relief. It wasn’t a dream at all. I was there. I speak Spanish.
Arcoiris means rainbow, I tell her…
And, even though I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, it stirs up a longing for the country I loved and left.
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Know what I mean?