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I met a Venezuelan Ex-Pat on the train yesterday
Ex-pat, is a person who lives outside their native country.
This weekend, I went to Boston. A friend of mine is visiting from the West Coast, and she got us tickets to the Enrique Iglesias concert. Concerts are not my thing, but if someone invites me, I usually go, especially to hang out with one of my soul sisters.
We went, and it was fun. I danced and realized how much I dislike concerts unless someone is sitting on the stage singing with a guitar and no pyrotechnics or crazy fancy lights.
However, it was fun, as I love Latin music.
Since I write, which causes a lot of self-reflection, I have always been one to take in my environment and notice little pieces of my life and how they connect, and this weekend was no exception.
Living outside of the US has made me more curious and observant. However, I have always been curious.
I don’t think it is something you wake up one day and say today, let’s be interested; you either are or you aren’t.
Asking questions is critical thinking, and I enjoy talking to people. Getting someone to talk is easy, plus it was always a defense mechanism; if someone is talking…
