Small World

I am dining at La Parolaccia last night with Gabriela, my spanish professor/dear friend, and Allen, in from Seattle/friend from prior year... I say... "HGTV ran a special on the housing market in Buenos Aires. I missed it but received a couple of calls from friends with the info. I did the research to locate the real estate guru and sent him an email." Barely into the story, Gabriela looks at me and asks "Was it Michael?" "NO way!" I say. "You know him?" And we are onto the connections of how, and who, and what, and where. One of those "remember Monica that I told you about, well she was in New York and couldn't do the leg work, so... and then remember Mark, the pilot with Delta, well I set him up with Michael and he... Yes, small world!!! Of course, I had the same thought when I was meeting up with Gabriela and Allen. Allen is here for a week waiting for his significant other and then they are off to Patagonia. Last year she couldn't make it so he did the trip alone and when in BA studied with Gabriela. The three of us hung together... a movie here, dinner out or at my place, and now we are together again. ..reconnecting as if we lived down the street from each other. I love it!

Another item on the small world theme... Mi profesora at the school yesterday was Marcela, a woman around my age (for those of you who don't know I tend to lump everyone who is within a 20 year age span, older or younger, and fairly young at heart as around my age). She was great. She is ABD in literature and teaches at the University of Buenos Aires but needs extra work. Of course that is a long story and involves a man plus a child. But I'll get to the point since this is just a blog entry and not my dissertation. I couldn't believe four hours had passed when we were at the end of the session. Just put women together anywhere in the world and the conversations are endless with so much in common, not just about men either.

I do have to get on about the business of the day... It is spinning class at 9:00 before I am off to language class. Last night I did not return to my apartment until midnight so I will take it easier tonight. One last item that excites me... Before I left home I submitted my first article ever to a magazine called Transitions Abroad. I have been prepared for rejection. I can handle it. This morning when I logged onto my business account there was a message from the editorial staff. I made the first cut. DO YOU BELIEVE IT? DO I SOUND EXCITED OR WHAT? It is a start even if I don't make the print. Besos....