Climbing the Language Barrier

I’m going to start off by telling everyone it’s 60 degrees outside, and I am FREEZING. This cold is giving me flashbacks to the polar vortex and -25 degree windshield. Except it’s 60 degrees. I am an Iowan in and out, 20 years of living with Iowa winters, and I have become soft. This place has changed me into the person that says, “Que calor!” At 80 degrees and “Que frío!” At 60 degrees. Continue reading “Climbing the Language Barrier”