I am looking forward to seeing sights and hearing sounds, and tasting things that I don’t normally. The other side of the coin is that to those I am going to visit, I live in a far-away and unusual place.
I am watching out my window as I type. There is a juvenile rabbit hopping along the fenceline in the yard next to ours filling up on an abundance of overgrown clover. A flock of sparrows keeps darting from a variety of perches in the chain link fence to the dirt pile under the elm tree. I wonder if locusts are digging out. There’s something delectable scurrying about down there.
Ah, there’s my pigeon buddy. I don’t think it can fly. For the past week, it has visited me in my garage, I have frightened it out from behind our air conditioner when I walked out the kitchen door, and right now it too is darting about around the dirt pile. It flaps every now and then, but not much and lists a little to its left. Oops, well….it just made it to the top of the chain link fence. Then came down to the ground again to feast on something. Wait, no. That’s a second one! The injured one is climbing up the tree trunk now. I might have to stop writing and watch to see what happens.
I hope in the next few days I can put together a digital photo album to showcase familiar parts of my surroundings that might be intriguing to those I meet. My son was already sweet enough to put family pictures on a small digital key chain for me to take with me. Now I need to learn how to say family, husband, father, mother, son, daughter, sister, brother, niece in Bulgarian. Should have done that a long time ago. But I can say hello! And please and thank you and introduce myself. And count. And gesture a lot.
Language. That’s a whole other adventure.
So will I get to do any of this in Bulgaria? Will there by time to watch birds or find rabbits or catch the smallest glimpse of everyday life, somebody else’s mundane that is strange and fascinating to me?
I certainly hope so. In the meantime, where did that pigeon go?