We may be ten days into Spring here in the Southern Hemisphere, but it was very cold and windy today in Santiago. Too cold to comfortably walk the streets and see the city. Even sweaters and heavy jackets were not enough to keep us warm. So I hunkered down in a coffee shop with a strong wifi signal while Jamie ducked in and out of toasty boutiques up and down fashionable Calle Italia.
The owner of the coffee shop showed me to a table and introduced me to a very pleasant young woman seated at the next table. She told me she takes an English class once a week there in the coffee shop and was happy to practice on me.
“Your wife,” she said, “has the face of an angel.”
Some things transcend mere language.
And she has the patience of a saint.
Must be genetic. My cousin Muriel is married to a great guy. One of our aunts has repeatedly pissed off Muriel for years by telling her husband that he is a saint.
Jim deYong…your wife IS an angel.
Once again, an early morning reading of jimandjamie.com, has allowed me to start the day with a smile. So sorry about the “Bus” and your “Deformity”!
Bob