My face gets hot, my heart begins to race and once again I feel very ignorant. I say ‘sorry’ in English, too afraid to make an attempt at a word, I know I will fail miserably. Growing all the more ashamed, I hang my head. Desperate to understand, eager to communicate, but too timid to try. Sure, I speak four languages like you – American English, San Diego slang, Christian-ese and… sorry just three. So I fumble, move on and jump the next individual whose words I understand, “where are you from?” and please don’t let the conversation end there, at least ask where I’m from. Culture, language, can I go back to age 5 and try this again? I have a feeling my European ancestors would be dissapointed.