Anticipation — part one
I got almost giddy talking about my upcoming trip to Croatia and Bosnia when I ran into a friend in the grocery store.
“Are you excited?” she asked.
I was practically speechless. Then I gushed. Effusive words of anticipation poured forth. It was hard to stop.
passport = putovnica (English to Croatian)
When I go for walks, when I’m making dinner, when I’m doing the dishes or laundry — I multitask with my language app, practicing Croatian words. Sometimes, when I’m struggling to hold the words properly in my mouth, I pretend that I’m a burly bearded Balkan man and try to say them in a deep guttural voice. It helps, but this is not the ideal way to learn a new language. I need someone to explain things to me, how it all works.
ticket = ulaznica
I’ve got my plane ticket. My friend and I have made reservations at Air BnBs.
entrance = ulaz
When the day finally arrives and I walk through the entrance at airport, I’m sure my heart will be doing cartwheels.
journey = putovanje
The words have common threads. I can see them, but I can’t fully sort them out yet. It’s a journey all by itself, this learning something new.
Even if the whole thing turns out to be a bust — which I’m sure it won’t — but if the travel is awful and the accommodations terrible and the food unappetizing and the people unfriendly and my friend gets tired of me by the end of our trip — even I get bedbugs and a GI bug and see strange new European bugs — if everything bad that I can possibly imagine happens (short of serious injury or death), the trip has already been worth it all.
Hope. Dreams. Anticipation.
Who can place a value on that?