Our paths crossed daily. Since Josh, Rose and I passed by the lobby to and from the beach, restaurants, phones and market, we often greeted Nestor. Our first conversations were typically polite and short. Nestor's twenty words of English and my little Spanish allowed everything that he said to tickle my funny bone. He had that droll sense of humor that delights the listener in any language.
Communication is more than just words.
It relies on body language, facial expressions, and emotional intent. Nestor wanted to practice his English. I needed to practice my Spanish. However, a lack of a shared vocabulary stymied the conversations. I remembered that my husband, Bill had showed me how to successfully navigate the circumference of Mexico with 10 words of Spanish, a stick and some dirt or sand.