A stranger in a foreign land, that’s who I am this month. I
don’t know the language, the transit system, the dishwasher, or even the
toilet. The last time I had to make this
many adjustments, I was a ten-year-old child in the Philippines. Nothing is remotely the same as my home in
Texas. A quick trip to the grocery store this afternoon involved a brisk four-block walk in the snow to buy and sack our groceries in bags we supplied. On the return trip I learned to walk as far away from the road as possible. That lesson was reinforced by a total dousing by a passing bus.
I’m not the only one making adjustments. My daughter, Megan
and her husband Ben had their first child in Budapest last week. My airline ticket had been purchased for months, but the little guy came a week early. I missed his birth by four days, but I'm here now and making up for lost time.
Megan takes care of all nutritional needs |
and likes to dress her new doll. |
We equally share the opportunity to adore this sweet baby boy! |
Ben and Megan don't own a car and utilize public transportation. Little bear got his first trip in a taxi. Bless his heart, we stuffed him in his snowsuit and buckled him in. |
Once again, he was wrapped up tight. This time in his stroller. |
and took his first tram ride. |
I'll let you know how it is going -- Sziasztok! Csipke.