Hosted annually by our World Language Chair, Kristina Dahlen, the event honors our visiting Chinese chaperone teacher from Xi’an. Ever patient, my new friend, Gary, stopped several times en route to make sure I was following along.Ĭoincidentally, the party I was heading for had a multi-cultural theme. In a Trinidad accent, he expressed to me that since he had some time available, he would lead me there.Īs it turned out, I was at least 25 minutes from the address. His beautiful wife and lively three-year-old waited patiently as he asked me for more specific information about my intended destination. I then decided to ask him for directions. The driver parked next to me motioned to me that he wanted to merge back into the lane, and I let him in. Unfortunately, I had accidentally left the phone after a too long meeting on a Friday afternoon/early evening, and had yet to pick it up from the friend and colleague who had carried it home to safeguard it for me.įrustrated by my lack of knowledge of the area, compounded by my inability to let my friends know I was running late, I contemplated the situation while stuck in heavy traffic in the Dorchester neighborhood of Boston. Always more of a country mouse than a city mouse, I felt out of my element and adrift without my GPS. I was late for the party, and though the scent of warm spices filled the car, I worried that the rich samosas and mouth-watering pakoras were growing cold.
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