Friday, March 1, 2013

Identity In A Nation, Identity In A Self

     I know whoever reads this blog on a regular basis must be getting really tired of me saying how much I love the places that I'm traveling. Truthfully, even I get annoyed at myself for doing it. But it's really only because that's what this trip is doing to me: it's making me see the beauty of cultures, languages, and world's other than my own. I love my country and I'm proud to be where I'm from, but I can't deny how incredibly grateful I am to be enlightened to what the rest of the world has to offer.
     This became extremely evident to me as I was going about explorations of Prague.
     I didn't know a single word. I couldn't even say "yes" or "no." In the beginning of the trip, I thought this was going to hold me back the entire time and make me regret my decision. Yet, it didn't; it did just the opposite actually. The language barrier showed me something that I hadn't thought about before. Letters, words, phonetical structures, and basic grammar don't make people who they are. Knowing a language of a country isn't going to change anything about what that country has to offer. I learned just as much by letting my dear friend Alex translate for us than I would have if I were speaking for myself.
     Sure, ordering my own dinner would have made things more efficient some nights. But sitting back and watching her translate and seeing the ideas and understanding flow through two people, while I sit there listening to indiscernible words,
     Initially, I had begun to record my Prague experience with a witty and sharp account of my travels, but upon further reflection I saw that I would much rather explain to you all that I understood nothing around me, but learned nearly everything that I could have. And probably some more too.

London Love, Kristen

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