My coworker Enrique, who is Colombian, taught me a new word this past week: cuenta regresiva. It means countdown. I'm certainly counting down the hours until I'm back in Spain.
I'm excited but a smidge nervous. What if I've lost so much fluency I can't effectively communicate? The thought of freezing up whilst talking with friends and strangers isn't pleasant, but I'm praying that God would be evident even in my tussles with Castilian.
So here I sit in transit, waiting with great expectation until I can board the plane and get my first glimpses of the buff-colored soil of my favorite meseta.
Until then...
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