CAUTION: Language Barriers Ahead

“Yes, international…” the TSA employee is glaring up at me, “This is all international.” She was gesturing at the massive line for the security checkpoint. “No, but this is international terminal G. Where is international terminal A?” “Yes, international!” She smiles. That’s odd. The familiar jolting halt of a language barrier appears in my mind,…

One Sunday Morning I Woke Up Speaking French

It’s best to listen to this song while you browse this post. I feel as though I’ve walked through some crazy portal to an earthly paradise. Life is melting into some lovely second fall beauty like the camembert we roasted in tin foil over the fire. Sarah forgot to remove the plastic and at first we…