It's a small world...
God, I hate that song. I've been to DisneyLand and I've taken the ride. And years later, I'm still haunted by singing munchkins.
But how else do you explain yesterday.
Michele and I had lunch at Pronto Pizza in Sunnyvale. We discovered Pronto five years ago when we were living in my folks house in Los Altos. We haven't found better pizza on the peninsula. After moving to San Jose, however, our trips to Pronto are rare.
While waiting for our pizza, we listened to the owner talking to a young couple in Italian. He asked if we understood, we didn't (Michele knows German, and some French and Spanish, and I can recognize German when I hear it.), but it started a long conversation.
It turns out that the young couple had met in Italy and were now living in the Bay Area. He was was from Spain and taught Spanish at Homestead High School (where I attended and tried to learn German years ago). His wife was from Modesto, and like Michele was half Portuguese. She knew Michele's cousin from high school.
I have lived in this valley for over 30 years and it's very rare that I see someone I know. But yesterday, we made connections in a small restaurant in Sunnyvale. I guess that it is a small world after all.
3:50:12 PM 
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