How is it possible that I feel at home when I’m across the country? I’m in the international wing of the Boston Airport. I’m on my way to Ireland where I connect with my flight to Spain.
I‘m sitting across the room from a table of 6 gentlemen who are speaking with a thick Irish accent. I’m listening to many conversations from people who are from all over the world and the American people are the minority all over again!
I forgot how much I missed being around people who don’t speak my language or dress the way “American’s dress.” Familiar smells and feelings are in the air and I feel like I’m at home all over again. I think it’s finally hit me that I’m going to Spain. Man….. how I’ve missed the Nations!!!
Thank you God for this opportunity!
