Amongst those who know me well, the fact that I’m a more than a little afraid to spend a night in Lima alone is no secret. Though I’m confident in Spanish, I’m far from fluent. The “what-if’s” flood my mind. What if Rosa isn’t there to pick me up at the airport? What if my flight is delayed? What if the people I’m staying with don’t speak a word of English? What if I want my mommy? As I pack and prepare, these words from the song “Be Calm” by fun. have been stuck in my head:
All the tree tops turning red
The beggars near bodegas grin at me
I think they want something
I close my eyes, I tell myself to breathe
and be calm.
I know you feel like you are breaking down.
Oh I know that it gets so hard sometimes.