“Orrrrrr-eh-hayy-a.” she said, her ‘r’ rolling almost to the point of my wondering if her tongue had gotten stuck. I’d just pointed to myself and said, “Amy.” Communicating was easy, right? Nope. I later learned that “Oraheya” was the name given to me, not the name of the lady I thought had just introduced herself as that. I first met Kubo the day before when … Continue reading Learning to See