So something crosses my mind as I watch Father Cosgrove and Padre Patricio make the wine together at Mass. The language barrier doesn't divide us. At all. People can come together over religion or simply a common good. And then I realize that's what we've been doing the whole time. I had no idea what Salim, Carlos, or Julio were saying, and we still managed to build a house together. So I guess what I'm saying is that I believe, at heart, people are truly indivisible. There is a mutual language of humanity between everyone and a common goal happiness. Languages, borders, and oceans may separate people, but when I smile at a Honduran, they smile back. So I'm feeling connected and worldly, despite the fact I don't even know the entire Spanish alphabet. Minor details.