Closed Doors and Open Windows

I woke up this morning to the sight of a finely-groomed Kara Kopp gently telling us it was time to rise and shine. We had an interview scheduled at 10 AM with Ettica, a promotion company that we were hoping would offer us temporary relief from our unemployment woes. We know that we can pass out flyers and move food samples with the best of 'em -- with killer smiles and charming attitudes to boot!

13 minutes into our journey down Echevarriarza street, it occurred to me that I had forgot my passport, which I had been told specifically to bring with me. Andrea and Sarah were already prepared, so while they soldiered on Kara and I raced back to The Penthouse (read: our apartment), rushed past our portero/crush Ramiro, and tore through our apartment before we breezed out the door once more. All of this stress and perspiration just to be told that, sorry, we can't employ tourists. Chins up, kids, better luck next time.

Deflated and dejected, we dragged our feet back to our apartment and sulked a little. The sulking was soon interrupted, however, by an unexpected *RING*. Expecting to hear the voice of Abuela or Sarah's boyfriend Drew (by far out two most frequent callers), Kara answered the phone and was greeted by the voice of an interested party for our English-tutoring services! Panicked by the Spanish rhetoric being hurled her way, Kara calmly replied "Un momento," and then cried out for Sarah and myself. I promptly ended my Skype conversation with my sister, while Sarah roused herself from her nap and grabbed hold of the phone. 5 minutes later, we had an address, a name, and a date and time set up for a diagnostic meeting. Salado! Wish us luck, our first meeting with a real live client takes place tomorrow. Sarah and Andrea will be going as our representatives.

A few hours later, yet another opportunity unveiled itself: We were able to schedule a group interview with the Uruguay Anglo School, which seems to be very enthusiastic about the prospect of having us teach English in the upcoming weeks. This gig would be ideal, for both monetary gain and resumé building.

And so my friends, even when you think all is lost, don't lose it all! You never know what is creeping around the corner. It could be a groncho or it could be a golden ticket! Alright, I'm getting ahead of myself, but optimism is just about all we have at the point.

Say a prayer, think good thoughts, or just send out groovy vibrations. We'll take what we can get.

Besos!