I had the Love bug, so I started this blog.
It's the story of how two lives were thrown upside down. Of how every plan ever made, or image etched in imagination for what the next ten or even fifty years would have looked like, got thrown up in the air, cut into pieces, and let fall threw a fan on it's way down. It is, in short, a really really great Love story. It just so happens that the story is mine. You WILL forgive me if I get a little gooshy. Like I said, I've got the Love Bug. It's kind of like the flue, but...different.
It's the story of how two lives were thrown upside down. Of how every plan ever made, or image etched in imagination for what the next ten or even fifty years would have looked like, got thrown up in the air, cut into pieces, and let fall threw a fan on it's way down. It is, in short, a really really great Love story. It just so happens that the story is mine. You WILL forgive me if I get a little gooshy. Like I said, I've got the Love Bug. It's kind of like the flue, but...different.
Who starts the timer on a relationship on the day they were married? People who have arranged marriages.
If this marriage was arranged, it was by Leprechauns and Unicorns.
If this marriage was arranged, it was by Leprechauns and Unicorns.
I
use to say that we'd have a big bash on our tenth anniversary.
A REAL bash. With twinkly lights hanging from the canopy of a tree and a flowing fairy like dress. But most importantly, People. All of the people who continue to nurture us and be an important part of our journey, together or individually; like we would have had for a wedding if we could have. Our wedding celebration was Beautiful, Unique, Special, but extraordinarily serendipitous and far from home. Any funds that
would have contributed to the wedding went instead to a
green card and two plane tickets to get from Buenos Aires, Argentina to
Miami, Florida, US of A.
As we get closer to our 10 year wedding anniversary, it's looking less and less like we'll be celebrating with anything more than one bottle of Martinelli. I've decided that ten is an arbitrary number anyway. Eleven is infinitely better. For one thing, it's a prime number; not to be divided by any whole other than itself and one. Two of the same coming together to form something entirely different and much more. Maybe in a couple years expect an invitation to our Big Prime Number Anniversary Bash. This year though, we're coming up on our first Eleven. The Eleventh Anniversary of our being in Love when the timer actually started to run. The time from which we both changed, forever, for each other.
As we get closer to our 10 year wedding anniversary, it's looking less and less like we'll be celebrating with anything more than one bottle of Martinelli. I've decided that ten is an arbitrary number anyway. Eleven is infinitely better. For one thing, it's a prime number; not to be divided by any whole other than itself and one. Two of the same coming together to form something entirely different and much more. Maybe in a couple years expect an invitation to our Big Prime Number Anniversary Bash. This year though, we're coming up on our first Eleven. The Eleventh Anniversary of our being in Love when the timer actually started to run. The time from which we both changed, forever, for each other.
We met dancing, because no one would
introduce us while we were standing. The first time I saw him I was
sitting with three friends, sisters, my Peruvian family. It was a Young Single Adult
dance in Buenos Aires, Argentina, just getting
started. I was the only girl present who stuck out like a sore thumb,
the only one who wasn't born with Cumbia in her blood. My girlfriends
introduced me to every single male at the dance; every single one of
whom I kissed on the cheek as a casual, cordial greeting. But to this person who
walked up wearing his faded jeans too tight, mustard yellow button down shirt and leather jacket, dimples and laughing honey-brown eyes; I did not have the pleasure of
kissing on hello.
Let me indulge my fantasies for a tangent. I have always had the fantasy of kissing a stranger in
the street. A perfectly handsome dark, luscious lipped stranger. A longish close-lipped smooch. And that, when I was 13, was my idea of
love at first sight. Well, I'm thirty (I think I am still thirty?) That fantasy is still in there somewhere. If I were ever to meet my husband in the
street and I had amnesia I would totally do it. But now I know that Love at first sight is
much much more than just a kiss.
Back to the
story, I waited and watched, and it seemed my friends were already
so well acquainted with this laughing bright eyed man, that
they didn't realize I didn't yet know him. Or at least I hadn't
met him. But as I watched him, I saw someone familiar. A personality, a
character, a spirit, that I understood and that I knew. You might ask
why I didn't simply ask someone who he was or introduce myself. Aside from
being cursed with a pathetic dose of shyness, I didn't know how. You
see, I had been in Buenos Aires for a total of four days. I spoke less than ten words in Spanish.
And since no one I knew, knew to help me, I would have to do the best I could on my own.
What an Argentine does when they want to dance with someone they don't know: Find a friend who is friends with that persons friend. The pair of you go dance near the pair of them. Throughout the song, dance closer and closer to that pair until you are dancing in unison, two pairs pairing off.
And since no one I knew, knew to help me, I would have to do the best I could on my own.
What an Argentine does when they want to dance with someone they don't know: Find a friend who is friends with that persons friend. The pair of you go dance near the pair of them. Throughout the song, dance closer and closer to that pair until you are dancing in unison, two pairs pairing off.
What awkward Americans do when they want to dance with someone they don't know: Stare and stare until it becomes painfully obvious that you can't help yourself, until they come over to dance with you.
I
was with Claudia, she danced with Sergio, who was best friends with the bright eyed stranger.
For a shy person, I've got to give myself credit. By the end of the song I wasn't just dancing in front of him in unison, I moved in time with him. I don't remember the exact moment that we touched or who initiated it. But throughout the song our hands clasped at all the right intervals and I let go in time as well. I didn't know any steps to the song and the rhythm was all a fast blur to me, but he didn't seem to mind. During an appropriate moment, according to the song, he pulled me in close, his hand on my back, and whispered in my ear. It was more than a whisper, but to me it was all sweet nothings; for that was all I understood. He repeated, maybe...this time I understood the word "Español?" and I shook my head and said "no". He said something or other that ended in the word "David?" and I motioned "Si" with my head. By the end of the song I knew his name and he knew mine.
I guess I should explain a few things surrounding this little adventure. Two months before I had been sitting in a computer lab in Logan, UT, visiting a friend. I opened my email to find a message from my brother David. I wish I had the e-mail, but that account was deleted about 10 years ago. It said something to the extent of "If no one in the family comes down to visit me while I'm living in Argentina, I may never speak to any of you ever again. Anyone who wants to come would have a place to stay and food to eat. They'd only have to pay for the plane trip down." Some might say that I was touched n the head, and they may be right. It was as if a cloud suddenly blocked out any other paths. I had been working and saving for a trip to China, and had saved about a thousand dollars so far. I decided right then and there that I was going to go to Buenos Aires. I sent an e-mail to my brother and instantly started looking for plane tickets. Within the next twenty four hours I had bought a round trip ticket for 540 dollars.
The rest of the dance is all a blur. I danced, we danced, but mostly I just watched him with a vague attempt at being discrete. Our mutual friends provided me with perfect opportunity and somehow he managed to stay mildly accessible for the rest of the night.
When we left the dance I remember walking in a blur over the cobblestone of the streets. It was the middle of the night and I was already in a dreamlike state, physically and emotionally. There was nothing rational about it, nothing that I could say "that! that was amazing!". It was everything. It was the presence of him in the air. After days of being disoriented, it was like clouds parted just around his familiar face. There's no denying it, Argentina was like a whole new solar system to me. And from that two hour-moment forward I began to revolve around him. The smells, the weather, the fruit, they were all new and rich with spices and freshness. They were all real and they were all him. I asked my girlfriends about him as much as I could while sitting on the corner, cold, waiting for a taxi to pass. I don't know if they noticed that I was more than mildly curious about someone they knew. After all, three gorgeous single females who obviously had more in common with him than a language, much more than I had. It just didn't seem fair or realistic. But the urgency I felt to find out more certainly was. I already felt that I knew him and the unknown in him warmed me.
This truly was Love at first sight. But not some lusty love you can find on a street corner. I was quite sure this feeling wasn't going to go away for quite some time.
I guess I should explain a few things surrounding this little adventure. Two months before I had been sitting in a computer lab in Logan, UT, visiting a friend. I opened my email to find a message from my brother David. I wish I had the e-mail, but that account was deleted about 10 years ago. It said something to the extent of "If no one in the family comes down to visit me while I'm living in Argentina, I may never speak to any of you ever again. Anyone who wants to come would have a place to stay and food to eat. They'd only have to pay for the plane trip down." Some might say that I was touched n the head, and they may be right. It was as if a cloud suddenly blocked out any other paths. I had been working and saving for a trip to China, and had saved about a thousand dollars so far. I decided right then and there that I was going to go to Buenos Aires. I sent an e-mail to my brother and instantly started looking for plane tickets. Within the next twenty four hours I had bought a round trip ticket for 540 dollars.
The rest of the dance is all a blur. I danced, we danced, but mostly I just watched him with a vague attempt at being discrete. Our mutual friends provided me with perfect opportunity and somehow he managed to stay mildly accessible for the rest of the night.
When we left the dance I remember walking in a blur over the cobblestone of the streets. It was the middle of the night and I was already in a dreamlike state, physically and emotionally. There was nothing rational about it, nothing that I could say "that! that was amazing!". It was everything. It was the presence of him in the air. After days of being disoriented, it was like clouds parted just around his familiar face. There's no denying it, Argentina was like a whole new solar system to me. And from that two hour-moment forward I began to revolve around him. The smells, the weather, the fruit, they were all new and rich with spices and freshness. They were all real and they were all him. I asked my girlfriends about him as much as I could while sitting on the corner, cold, waiting for a taxi to pass. I don't know if they noticed that I was more than mildly curious about someone they knew. After all, three gorgeous single females who obviously had more in common with him than a language, much more than I had. It just didn't seem fair or realistic. But the urgency I felt to find out more certainly was. I already felt that I knew him and the unknown in him warmed me.
This truly was Love at first sight. But not some lusty love you can find on a street corner. I was quite sure this feeling wasn't going to go away for quite some time.