It's a small world after all...

I don't know how many times over the past 20 years in Mexico I have thought, "If only Señor Snell could see me now." Well, now he has.

I hosted a dinner at the Central House on March 2 for Iowa Sister States/Partners of the Americas. (Iowa and Yucatan are sister states.) As I was greeting people, I noticed a group of four unknown gringos coming in the door, but it took me awhile to make my way over to them as I a little distracted as I made sure the waiters, musicians, etc. were doing what they were supposed to be doing. But my attention was instantly focused on one particular guest when he said as we were shaking hands, "Me llamo Rogelio Snell, Señorita Grimsley. No se si tu recuerdes de mi." (My name is Roger Snell, Miss Grimsley. I don't know if you remember me.) I actually thought I was going to faint. Remember him!?!?!?!? He said he thought he recognized me the minute he walked in the room and then he heard me laugh just before I came over to his group to introduce myself, and he knew for sure! He said he would know my laugh anywhere.

We talked as much as we could during the event, and then we met again on Sunday to have more time to talk. Good times.