The smiles of Mami Rosa, the friendliness of Papi Jose, the openness of mis hermanas – all warmly welcomed me into the house of Manosalvas Fonte, located in the city of González Suárez. Yet, when Jose asked me “¿Extrañas a tus padres?”, I couldn’t prevent my smile from twitching downwards. I quickly helped clear the table and ducked into my room before the tears rolled down. Why the tears? I try to stop them, but they quickly sog my blanket. On top of the language barrier and unfamiliar surroundings, I have now been dealt with an even more formidable obstacle: homesickness.
Homesick
