It makes me smile when our neighbor, an older gentleman, just walks into the house at night and sits by the fire or television to chat. He also habitually refuses to eat with us if he comes while we are eating. He simply sits outside at the porch table and waits.
It makes me smile that I, too, now look deep into my cup of tea to see of the host mom has put sugar in it already.
It makes me smile that the kids still yell out their window at school to tell me goodbye as I walk home in the afternoons.
It makes me smile that in town my students walk up to me although the extent of our conversation is “Hello! How are you? Fine, thanks!”
It makes me smile that there are four hand towels hanging beside the sink in the bathroom. One for each member of the family.
It makes me smile that Georgi and I have to push the truck in the mornings to get it started to go to school.
It makes me smile that the host dad is slowly but surely adding English words into his lexicon.
It makes me smile that every other person that I introduce myself to already knows who I am.
It makes me smile that I can count on meeting my exPat friends every Wednesday night at a local restaurant for happy hour.
“And something in your eyes that makes me smile. Oh yeah”
Smile, David Grey