Note to self: You’re the worst journal keeper on earth. Live with it.
Friday night, last, last, last week was a big accomplishment for me in the being-a-swell-boyfriend department. (Or was it a Thursday? Saturday? Sigh.) Apparently, I was able to fulfill one of Mae’s longtime dreams. I taught her how to drive a bike, a motorbike. It was on this street beside the Parish Church in Tetuan, the one between the Church and the Immaculate Conception High School. That street is usually empty at night and the place is very safe --no drunks, gangs, or muggers strolling about. It was perfect for driving lessons. You should have seen the look on her face when she was finally able to race across the street. (Ok, more like tottered across. But, hey.) The big smile on her face that night was beyond priceless. Her eyes were all aglow. Her mouth was sort of somewhere between a big grin and a laugh. She was so adorable. You should have seen how I looked. I was cheering, and screaming, and generally making a dork out of myself all over the place. It was great.
There are moments in life you wish you could keep forever. Until time machines are invented, this blog will have to do.
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