I Had Crushing Anxiety One Trip Changed Everything
I watched as the woman arranged and rearranged her colorful blouses. She introduced herself with a big smile, as her green and yellow house dress swished around her knees. I asked in Spanish whether she spoke English. She shook her head. My Spanish was nominal at best, having learned mostly from reading advertisements on the New York City subway. I caught only that her name was Carmen. The night before, when the Airbnb host showed me around the apartment and pointed to a laundry rack in the back of the bedroom closet, I laughed....