My Brain Hurts

One week. So much in one week. So much love, kindness, generocity. So much food. Stepping off the plane with no preconceived ideas, I have rocked my comfort zone and it is powerful. It is silencing. Yes, I am silenced. True?  Mi? Por que? I have very limited Spanish. The first day, Marcela, my host, and I communicated until our brains hurt. She speaks a tiny bit more English than I do Spanish. But, we are both learning, often painfully learning, but learning. The hours spent living is very impressive compared to ours. Still, each evening/night, Marcela comes home after 12 to 15 hours working as a dentist to ask me about my day and tell me about hers and I know her brain hurts.