Almost 4 weeks ago Elizabeth, a Venezuelan girl with whom I share most of my classes, invited me to a dinner where she would be cooking traditional Venezuelan dishes. The dinner was tonight.
I decided to stop by and dragged Darryl along with me. It was strange at first but Elizabeth made us feel comfortable, making sure we had everything we needed and then engaging us in conversation. Before I knew it I was speaking Spanish, or at least what passed for Spanish after not speaking it for nearly 3 years.
Choosing to walk back to our residence from where the dinner was being held I randomly said to Darryl, "I'm going to miss nights like this." I don't know what made me say it out loud but it was true. Now that everything's ending I realize just how much I would have liked to have connected with the other students. But there's no sense in regret and in time I might forget what might have been.
I decided to stop by and dragged Darryl along with me. It was strange at first but Elizabeth made us feel comfortable, making sure we had everything we needed and then engaging us in conversation. Before I knew it I was speaking Spanish, or at least what passed for Spanish after not speaking it for nearly 3 years.
Choosing to walk back to our residence from where the dinner was being held I randomly said to Darryl, "I'm going to miss nights like this." I don't know what made me say it out loud but it was true. Now that everything's ending I realize just how much I would have liked to have connected with the other students. But there's no sense in regret and in time I might forget what might have been.
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