I’m exhausted. I’m
not sure if my head hurts more from trying to understand so much Georgian or
from the muggier weather or from the strange bed and pillow. I went to a Supra dinner for the holiday of
St. Giorgio. I have never felt so unable
to communicate. I understand now why a
girl ran out of our Spanish abroad program in tears one day. I mean, then I knew it was because she
couldn’t understand, but now I understand.
Sometimes not understanding frustrates me so much. At the Supra everybody was talking and
laughing and I was totally clueless.
Georgian better hurry up and
be my third language.
Love,
Al
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