mr. clean

i´m not sure when it happened. honestly. it is just that one day my existing here became living. Somewhere in the craziness, joy, adjustment and growth that has been the past several months of eva, it all just sort of transitioned. i began to notice that things that used to be different or uncomfortable for me suddenly became familiar and even welcome. i found myself craving jamon serrano for dinner and understanding the mumbled spanish of the old lady sitting behind me on the city bus. small things but significant. i also began noticing that little things that i assumed were strange and just too spanish for this struggling american girl were actually not that odd...for instance my ¨don limpio¨floor cleaner is none other than ¨mr clean¨ himself! the man on the corner under my bedroom window that won´t stop whistling is actually whistling dixie. i´m finding myself becoming more spanish or less american every week....or maybe just some odd mixture that makes me less of either. regardless, i´m comfortable with my life here. and that is enough for right now.