Going to visit our in-laws in Ft. Worth is in some ways like going to another country. Some people spoke English, but mostly we didn't understand anything people said.
The furniture, food, clothing, and nonverbal language was different, and people seemed to be talking about us. "Maycan," people would say, and then everyone would laugh.
They translated a few things for us. They were saying that The Baby looked like a porcelain doll. They were talking about the temple. They didn't explain the Maycan parts.
We saw a little bit of Texas, too. Cowboys and cattle were the primary themes. It was a little bit of a different country, too.
My husband's nephew was slipping out of this world and into the next, surrounded by loving family. A good death, I would think. But also a different country.