Well , if not really ..... nearly dying and it sure feels like a dead end when it happens to you .
This post is about the desperate loneliness we can feel when we can't speak the language.
Why haven't those Germans learnt to speak English.
It's so frustrating. You can put a lot of energy into trying to engage with people and all you get is blank faces. Worse than that the complete foreigners look at you like they are thinking " noisy and loud Americans"
Cruising up the Danube
My Jimmy his experience when travelling and council to learn the language ( pages he noted ) his chatter and focus , avoiding the hobby horse ,
The lack of smiles and the surprise smile of just one greeting Jon Dobri in Poland The grief of being in East Germany for so long
How lovely to see a smile
Willy the Frenchman from New Caledonia and my incapacity when he and charismatic Rosa visited .
I was at a loss as though nothing in our busy house interested him . Not true because me opening the door for the cat put a smile on his face .
Everything else for me that day is a struggle and his sis , the ambassador for all things good needed someone as brilliant as my Chris to talk to - carrying me for the whole day and some relief cause boys like doing things and he found the chainsaw . I haven't been as exhausted for years. Supervising someone you are paying for 3 hrs takes it out of me.
More later
A later post will deal with the wonder of really getting lost and uncomfortable in Australia's deserts- with cousin Tim .
( july 2025 )
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