We’ve been back in Spain for only a week now, but it almost feels like we never left, as if the last ten months back in the United States were only a dream. There is something about being in a foreign country, particularly one where I do not know the language, that makes me feel like time is behaving differently. The days here seem to move more slowly than back at home. A day feels like a week. Perhaps it is because my mind is reeling from the overload of trying to comprehend words my eyes and ears do not yet understand. Perhaps it is because the landscape around me appears so different. Or maybe, just maybe, time does play by a different set of rules here, giving me instructions to slow down, relax a little bit more, and to know that whatever the clock may say, there is always time for joy.