met someone from work at the next bus stop (Small world isn't it).
Walking to church saw someone else from work who waved hi. Church was
good and went to the pastors house for a cookout afterwards and spent
all day there, finishing with coffee and deserts.
Today was somewhat of a bad day. I am sponsoring a new couple at work
and one of the nice things you do is buy them some groceries so they
don't have to go out shopping and have some stuff available. I had
asked them what they wanted and I went out to get it (They arrive
tomorrow). I have the keys to their apartment as I am going to meet
them at the airport and take them there. I buy the groceries and walk
to their apartment, not exactly a hop, skip and jump away but doable.
I get there and try to explain to the portero in my limited Spanish that
I have food for a new embassy people arriving tomorrow Showed him the
keys, thought that would be it, it wasn't. He's saying something to me
and I have no idea what he's saying, I tried explaining again to no
avail. I tried calling at least 5 people from work to help translate,
nobody answered their phones. I was hopping mad, literally. I finally
got through to somebody who explained to me that the portero wanted some
identification. I thought I was going to cry. I had gone home after
work and as my modus operandi I empty my pockets. I grabbed the
groceries and start for the long walk home. I was halfway home when I
realized I had my Uruguayan identification card in my shirt pocket of
all things, I thought I was going to scream.
I'll bring the groceries with me when I pick them up at the airport manana.
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