Speaking without words

Here are a couple of pictures of my favorite door and graffiti...and I'm not computer savy...so i have no idea how to turn them upright. But pretty cool uh? If you want to see more pictures of Barcelona just send me an e-mail and I'll send you a link to look at them

Today I went out with a friend from my residencia. Her name is Eunice; she is very funny and her English is very good. She offered to show me some more places where I can buy groceries for a better price and then we went to buenas migas for some coffee and to practice speaking in English and Spanish. As we were walking and struggling to understand each other, I started to think about how much I depend on my words to express who I am...or really to make myself feel better about who I am to other people. I think that makes sense? Now I'm learning, for most of my time here all I really have are my actions and simple gestures, such as smiling, hugging, or the traditional kiss on both cheeks, to show my love to other people. Its very difficult and honestly today was a day where I got very frustrated with just being able to explain to someone that I lost my glasses. My pride is being knocked down in every way and I'm being filled with humility, which is beautiful, but man its not fun to go through. I long to speak and understand Spanish better, but honestly right now its to make myself feel better about myself...which is probably why it is soo difficult. I'm learning so much about how selfish I am and that the things I feel I need I need the most, I don't need. All I can do is keep trusting in the Lord for his timing in understanding this beautiful language...thankfully he is continuing to give me the desire to learn it, but not without a struggle.