The interview went well. We met at a restaurant and talked for 45 minutes. I wrote the story and, sometime after, I received a notification that the interviewee wanted to connect with me on Linkedin. I was quite flattered. I accepted the invitation and, one day later, received a 'thank you' along with a note saying what a pleasure it would be if we could someday meet in person.
In the early '90s I spent a delightful week in Guanajuato and never made it down the road to San Miguel de Allende, thinking: "I'll visit it another time."
That time has finally come, as tomorrow I head off to the San Miguel Writers Conference. Will be back here on the 18th.
On Aragon Avenue last night the concert outside the reopened Colombian consulate ended about the same time as Gary Shteyngart's reading at Books & Books. (Guess which one I was at?)
I took my place in line in front of the machine outside the parking garage. After a short wait, I inserted my ticket and was told to pay $3. For the first time, the machine refused to ingest my money. The woman behind me offered to take my three ones and pay with her credit card.
I took the elevator to the 7th floor, the highest I had ever been in that garage. Almost immediately, I took my place in another line. Unlike the one in front of the machine, this one barely moved. I caught up on email and Facebook posts.
Forty-five minutes later, I arrived at the exit. A woman stood at the gate, taking people's tickets and putting them into a machine to open the gate. After she inserted mine, she said, "You owe one dollar" The earlier machine had said "3", but - of course - I had just spent another 45 minutes in the garage. But not parking in the garage. I refused to pay, and wondered if the dozens of drivers in front of me had also fused too pay, thus causing the delay. Without argument, the woman walked around her booth and opened the gate.
Driving home I thought it a charming gesture of the consulate to hold a reopening concert.
I went to the old Orange Bowl Stadium once - to watch Brazil and Hungary play soccer. The stands were a sea of yellow and green, with one small pocket of red-white-and-green flags. The people around me were all speaking Portuguese.
Two years ago I went to Sun Life Stadium to watch an exhibition match in which Lionel Messi took part. Everyone around me was speaking Spanish.
I suspect that Miami's new MLS team will not hurt for fans.