She has landed in a country she never intended to visit, on a flight she does not even remember having boarded.
She is an experienced traveler. Frequent flyer, passport full of stamps, culinarily adventurous, multilingual. Learning foreign languages is what she does for fun. She is not ready to be here.
It was a rough landing. She is still trembling.
She has not done her research — places to stay, things to do, people to see. This is very much unlike her. But the computers here are strange, incomprehensible. The keyboard is subtly different; it looks the same, but when she places her fingers on the keys she cannot even type her name. Her Google searches are redirected to a localized version.
The language barrier is the worst part. She can understand the people and the signage, mostly, but none of them seem to comprehend English. Instead, she must try to speak a language she has never studied — a language with strange grammar and inexplicable lacunae, lacking words for many common things. How could you not have a word for — ?
Her husband, her flying partner, is with her, which is a comfort. But though he is patient and helpful, he too must be addressed in the local language. Their friends sometimes travel here for a visit, but they share the same communication barrier and they depart far too soon.
This is an expensive place to visit, she knows. Fortunately this is not a problem for her. She is keenly aware that many others would be financially destroyed by this journey. They stay in the nicest hotels. The food is sometimes terrible.
They visit the American consulate every day. The staff are friendly, considerate, polite, helpful… but they cannot give her what she needs, which is a visa to return home. So sorry. Sign this form, sit here, take this pill. Maybe in a few weeks. The local government is difficult, fickle, intractable. Many travelers do not return.
She comes back again the next day, and the next.
She works to learn the language.
There is yet hope.
Yep, that pretty well describes it. CYM husband tells me now that he NEEDED help with me, not because it was to physically taxing, but he needed the emotional break from what I, his life partner was going through. I pray you get the help you need, whether it is from family or friends, It is too much for even a loyal husband to deal with alone. Blessings and best wishes,
Journey – David D. Levine http://t.co/o8QqQNC9Nx