But the weird thing is that 20 years later, during the crazy ride of "Eat, Pray, Love," I found myself identifying all over again with that unpublished young diner waitress who I used to be, thinking about her constantly, and feeling like I was her again, which made no rational sense whatsoever because our lives could not have been more different.
Però el que és estrany és que 20 anys després, durant el punt àlgid de «Menja, resa, estima» no parava d'identificar-me amb aquella jove cambrera que vaig ser, pensant en ella constantment, i sentint-me ella una altra vegada, el qual era absurd, perquè les nostres vides no havien pogut ésser més diferents.