One of my deep desires is to be immersed in a culture not my own. I thought I would experience the Spanish culture. I am not. I am experiencing the pilgrim culture.
The pilgrim culture is born of sweat, heat, and pain. It says if I have, and you need, I share. If we share a language, and especially a country, we may not travel together but I am obligated to help you if I can.
Age, nationality, religion, politics (although my life is infinitely easier NOT being a Trump supporter) none of that matters. What matters is your smile welcomes me to the table, your song strengthens my feet, and you always, always pay your share of the laundry bill.
So today Christina was too sick to walk. The hospitalero gave her a ride to the city, and Dalilah will go to the doctor with her. Lukas, who joined us just a few days ago to be with Christina, WALKED ON WITHOUT HER, and left her alone and sick in a foreign country.
Major culture violation.
She has forgiven him, as women do.
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