I rush to my gate, only to realize I have an extra 45 minutes to waste. I sit down, fidgeting nervously. Children are screaming. I hear languages I don’t know how to speak. Loud voices over the intercom are hurting my ears.
I read signs I can barely understand. Flashes of college Spanish class run through my mind but nothing materializes. I smile at the little flat-faced girl next to me wearing turquoise bracelets, but her mother sees me and frowns. I find a different seat.