Our first out of town visitor

Did you ever hear of someone you thought you should meet but the opportunity never happened?  While living in Bangladesh, there were a few New Zealanders around, many of them lived on my side of town.  There was one family, however, who lived over in Old Dhaka*, whom I somehow never met.  People would visit "the Kiwis in Old Dhaka" after church, or talk about seeing them at a conference.  

It turns out the world is small and when their eldest daughter moved to Baltimore a few years later to start her PhD at Johns Hopkins Uni, some complicated events took place, and we finally met.  Now, she is one of only a few Kiwi friends on this expansive continent and we were very happy to hear she would be popping by for a quick visit during her summer vacation.  

Quick it was: two nights and a day.  In that short time I easily managed to use up my quota of words for the next month at least.  I was worried the heat would ruin the visit but we made do, taking a pre-heat, early morning tour of Bloomington by bike.  It gave us an excuse to try out three new popsicle recipes.  We swam a lot too, even convincing Jbird to go night swimming with us which is an unheard of treat.  She managed to win four games of Carcassone.

America(ns), you're great and I love getting to know you, but I also enjoy having the occasional Kiwi to debrief slight cultural oddities with, our own included. 

*this wiki description fails to depict the crazy hustle and bustle of that ancient city.