enter the bloke [and the blokette]

I once heard the great Stanford historian James Sheehan say that a good chapter in history never begins at the beginning, or else how would you know the background anyway? I guess the same hold true for stories like this one and I'll try to make this a short preamble to Wedding Schlep, henceforth shortened to WS.

What can I tell you about myself? I'm almost 30, I'm south american and I'm what most cultures would call a geek. Not your typical geek, no Sir! I can barely make my way through the elegant mechanics of this blog, but damn right I can meander my way through a library or bookstore pretty well. Needless to say I like languages since now you're reading me musing with a language that's not my first. I'm a foodie (have done some cooking classes in the past) and also sort of a connoisseur of classical music.

Though I'm not a citizen I'm no stranger to the gringo-land I intend to move to in the near future with dear M. I have lived in Boston and San Francisco in the past two years.

I shall at last begin by saying I found myself in a very dreary winter night very far away from gringo-land nosing around on c-list. After the usual amount of bullshit I found myself startled by this very well-crafted, captivating post of this sensitive girl who in a very assertive manner was looking for a dude with significant-other intents. I had found M.: funny, smart as a girl can be (she's an ivy-league girl with an MFA) and very cute in her own unique way. I do not intent this paragraph to be an attempt of genocide to those ailed by diabetes mellitus - but yes! Love describes what came to exist between us after talking for a couple of months.

And so M. decides to take a huge chance and steal away from gringo-land to see me. After seven days of exceptionally good food, fun with friends, being lost in translation many times, a dazzling experience with south american drinks and a helluva new year's eve party, we decided that we would have our very own shot at the institution of marriage.

Alas, here commences the Wedding Schlep.

Yours Truly,

The Bloke