As it turns out, I did have to resort to high school Espanol in transit today. My plane buddy for my flight to Bogota, Columbia was a sweet, little old lady who wanted to chat, regardless of my inability to form complete sentences in Spanish and her inability to understand anything beyond "American".
I learned she was from a canyon somewhere near Bogota with the held of the maps in the inflight magazine. I managed to communicate that I'd flown from Colorado to Miami and was heading to Sao ...
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After a while of traveling in foreign countries, you begin to realize that it's not just your luggage that can get lost. When you don't speak the language, you loose your ability to speak. If you can't decipher the written word, you loose your ability to read. And if you can't read the signs to know where you're going, you yourself can get lost. It can be a bit overwhelming, and at times humiliating, but I'm sure even Odysseus experienced frustration on his adventurous travels. This blog is my account of my travels. Hopefully, my blunders will assure others that they are not the only ones lost in translation.
