Well, I may not be able to order pizza or give someone directions in bengla, but I can talk a frightened child into an injection in the mouth. Don’t be too impressed. It was a carefully honed skill. One developed out of necessity. We had a dental team visit for two weeks, and I spent several of those days working as one of two, if not the only, translator. Ridiculous. I mean, I wish I could say I could handle it, that seven months of language lessons had paid off, but I found myself going to new and unchartered places in universal body language. If you only knew how limited my language is, this new found skill in body language would be that much more impressive.
In truly important news, I ate pretty well while they were here. We hit up all the nice restaurants that I can’t afford to frequent very often. I also had an unusual amount of time to read. Time that may or may not have been there had I not been reading Harry Potter and therefore finding every still moment ideal for a quick break. Those books are a fantastic gateway into another world, and have been a wonderful break, as the world I am currently living in can be overwhelming and a bit depressing at times. The story is great, and I have a feeling maybe a little bit more compelling than the book I’m about to settle into.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do now that I don’t have constant anxiety over forgetting some crucial piece of the dental trip or wondering if Harry dies in the end. I think my plan is to start exploring. To set out a calendar of the time I have left and the places I want to go.