A moment that made me cry happy tears

 Since I last wrote I've been sick twice, worked with kids, read a lot and started working out at a "new" gym. Much has happened yeah... What I'm really here to write about is this;

I want to share one particular experience that happened last week. It was after work when I went to the bus stop to take a bus home from working at a kindergarten. After a moment a woman with a little girl came. I listened to their talk and recognized the language as Spanish, Portuguese or Italian. I wasn't sure, so I listened further, took courage and asked in SPANISH if they were talking Spanish; "Hablan español?" and she looked surprised and answered yes, they are. Then she explained that she and her daughter are both living in Finland; the daughter is Spanish-Finnish. All this in Spanish really. She talked very fast, so it felt difficult to understand, but I managed, in some way :D The woman was in a good mood, but she seemed very surprised, that I was talking Spanish with her. That's very unusual at the streets in Finland, where the main languages are Finnish and Swedish. It was funny for myself to use the foreign language, which I've studied in school for years. It was my first time to use it in Finland; spontaneously talking Spanish to a stranger.

The moment, just a few minutes, talking to this stranger made me feel so, so happy that I wanted to cry. I didn't have much time to explain why I was speaking Spanish with her; I just told her that I understood some of what they were talking; the woman and her little daughter, before I interrupted them. And that I've studied the language in school. Then the bus came; we all took the same one. We stepped inside and sat apart from each other; me in the back and they in the front of the bus. No words were exchanged between us anymore.

But. Another. Thing. Happened.

Five minutes later, when they got off the bus they saw me still sitting in the back. The little girl smiled and waved to me. The woman laughed a bit and waved too. My heart melted at the view and I smiled and waved back to them. That thing made me cry, cry happy tears, but just a bit :') I don't know them and still they affected me in a good way. Weird isn't it? I'm so proud of myself not being a coward; I truly managed to speak Spanish, even though I think I made some grammatical errors. But that doesn't matter, she understood me anyway ;)

The lesson is to seek those happy little things in life. Those that makes you happy and think "I love life". This day I found that. I smiled the rest of the bus trip home. And I thought; "I want to do that again. Next time I hear someone speak Spanish I'll be friendly and small talk with them."

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