“Is there something bothering you? Is everything ok?” my language helper, “Lana,” asked me on Wednesday. “Mmm, no, everything is fine,” I replied in all honesty. I couldn’t identify anything that was bothering me – except the fact that she
Language identity: You are what you speak
It was midnight. I was on a red-eye flight from Bogota to Miami, and by the middle of the night I was having a hard time falling asleep with a dry throat. “Me regalas un vasito de agua?” I rehearsed in
“So… why are you learning Arabic?”
“…are you going to the Middle East now or something?” I haven’t had the question yet this year, but last summer I did have some pretty strange looks when people who knew I was going to Colombia found out I