Sunday, November 21, 2004
Getting to know you...
The other day I took a small chance and asked a woman from around the corner over for coffee. She's a stay-at-home mother (tho' not for much longer) and whenever we talked on the street she seemed like a really nice person. So I took the plunge; it seemed silly not to become friendlier when we can be company and a help to one another.
Well it turns out she was totally cool and so interesting! She is studying English Lit (I studied that too) and she came to Canada from Spain with her family when she was 3. Her dad had come to Expo '67 in Montreal and fell so in love with the city he moved his family here. Their life in Spain was not so great at the time because of Franco; her grandfather started the first socialist newspaper in Spain. She comes from a family of writers; her great-uncle was nominated for the Nobel Prize twice! Herself went back to Spain for Expo in Seville and lived there for the year, then she lived in Cuba for a few years.
You just never know who your neighbours are until you take the time to talk with them, eh? We had a lot in common, too; the numbers of times we said "Me too!" in the course of our conversation was pretty funny.
I don't know if we'll become friends. I would like it, but I find that it's harder to develop friendships as I get older. We'll see how things shape up. Maybe I'll ask her to join our book club (if we decide to keep it going!).
The other day I took a small chance and asked a woman from around the corner over for coffee. She's a stay-at-home mother (tho' not for much longer) and whenever we talked on the street she seemed like a really nice person. So I took the plunge; it seemed silly not to become friendlier when we can be company and a help to one another.
Well it turns out she was totally cool and so interesting! She is studying English Lit (I studied that too) and she came to Canada from Spain with her family when she was 3. Her dad had come to Expo '67 in Montreal and fell so in love with the city he moved his family here. Their life in Spain was not so great at the time because of Franco; her grandfather started the first socialist newspaper in Spain. She comes from a family of writers; her great-uncle was nominated for the Nobel Prize twice! Herself went back to Spain for Expo in Seville and lived there for the year, then she lived in Cuba for a few years.
You just never know who your neighbours are until you take the time to talk with them, eh? We had a lot in common, too; the numbers of times we said "Me too!" in the course of our conversation was pretty funny.
I don't know if we'll become friends. I would like it, but I find that it's harder to develop friendships as I get older. We'll see how things shape up. Maybe I'll ask her to join our book club (if we decide to keep it going!).
# posted by becca : 11:35 AM
