It’s funny to have an exotic name here. Claire. The way people sound out my name, relish the vowels, smile because it’s something different, and say it several times just to say it. I also enjoy the way people think you might spell it after hearing it: Cler, Clear, Clar.
and that’s just my first name. Alrich is very foreign here, I always have to sound it out, spell it out.
It will be strange to return to the states and have my name be common place, something that makes sense and doesn’t require several repetitions. Meanwhile I marvel over the names that I find exotic here that are actually common place. Everything depends on where you’re standing.
Something always comes and wakes you up.
In my case this came friday morning, in my favorite place in buenos aires, the parque del flor, a place I have been many times. Sitting there at about 11 in the morning, (relatively distant from the other people in the park) a man approached me, grabbed my cell phone and demanded my money. After surrendering my equivalent to $20 I fled the scene (luckily still with the keys to my house). Someone found my wallet later, so really not too much harm done (unfortunately I had already cancelled my debit card, so dealing with that) but in the scheme of things not too bad. But still did give me a bit of a fright, and is making be a lot more careful with my possessions.
Also at the same time when you have a traumatic moment it’s always amazing to find people rallying around you. Or see how people are really sympathetic.
Really the worst part of it all is it put a taint on my favorite place in buenos aires. I’m sure I’ll return, but maybe not for a little while.
— Shirt I saw in Buenos Aires today. Maybe grammatically incorrect, by I like the optimism behind it. Maybe it’s an improvement on the saying