Syrian and Italian

He is from Syria, his wife of Italian descent. I don't remember how our conversation began; probably with 'Welcome'. 

 

My life is good beyond measure. 

 

Interesting folks. 

 

I asked about backgrounds and such, the usual. I learned a few words in various languages or maybe I didn't learn but foreign words briefly went in one ear and out the other as I asked even more questions. 

 

I do that you know, ask too many questions. 

 

They leave and an Italian engineer and his wife from Hong Kong come to visit with me. Oh, the conversations we had tonight. I even learned a word or two of Cantonese, my first Cantonese. 

 

Late getting home, ready to be back in my own home, my own bed, I realize how spoiled I have become without realizing how spoiled I’ve become. I'm living my best life, doing what I most enjoy, meeting all walks of life, experiencing life as never before in my life. 

 

Yes, I will be ready for the flight home. In the meantime, rather than counting down days to departure I will count every blessing that crosses my path. Savor every moment, treasure each encounter. 

 

This is living.

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