Small Fish in a Small World

In a city of 16 million people, you don't really run into people you know, especially when you only know 3 people. Or so I thought: On Sunday, our second day in Buenos Aires, we saw a woman and her daughter (memorable for their matching white skirts and platform heels) by Congress. Four hours later, we ran into them again, 40 minutes across town, at the zoo. After the zoo, we were wandering through a park looking for some certain statues, and we encounter my friend IH, who we had seen on Friday but had no plans to see that day. With her was K?, a high school friend of DW, my travelling companion, and one of Michaela's best friends at Seattle University. DW and K? hadn't seen each other in a few years now, had no idea that they were presently sharing South America. We all of us passed a pleasant hour or so in the grassy sunshine, and went on our separate ways, with plans to meet the next day.

As it turns out, even in a city of 16 million people, on a continent of 400 million, in a world of seven billion, this infinite universe is small enough for the stars to allign.