Home Away From Home

It was not easy but I made it. Last night, the Section had planned to go and watch the Red Sox together. I had it booked for months. But the weather was not friendly. It actually poured and after an hour in Fenway hanging out and eating greasy food and not finding any other Section A people, we went back to Christine's and had tea by the fireplace... They said the game was cancelled so I thought my Fenway experience was over. But it seems the game was postponed only a couple of hours so I decided to take an hour out of the schedule and use the ticket (since I was not getting a refund anyway) to go. I convinced Shilpa and Teeba to come along and we ended up being a good group. We only stayed for an hour but it was enough to see home runs and understand what ball, strike and out mean! Oh and to take some pictures to the famouos Ortiz! Even I knew him! We left at the right time, they were winning and it was starting to rain... Go Red Sox!

I don't want to say one last brunch because I am hoping not to starve in the days to come and I don't want to say the last one with Maryam and Niki because even though they are not yet all set in going to London I still like to believe they will. Well, Maryam seems closer even without a job but Niki is in danger of going back to Switzerland... of all places! I will definitely miss her around if that is the case. True that she was in the same building before and we never spoke, but now that we know of each other, I could not imagine London without her chaotic energy! We had a good time, some great filet mignon benedict, some gossip and a lot of life changing conversations even though some people would just call it girl's chat. I am proud to have written 1800 words out of 3000 in just one day for my BBOP paper. It seems that I will be able to write about Mcel (to be read EMEECELEE) after all and it will be a pleasure to bring a Mozambican company to Harvard. Let's just ho...

There are 10 days left till classes are over and I take a last flight to Lisbon from Boston so posts should start being one last time a lot. Yesterday, me Pato and Tevia took one last trip to the outlet. But we super-behaved. We only bought what we wanted and expected to buy. Our first shop was even Brooks Brothers Women where I spent most my budget trying to follow the recommendation in the book that I am reading that you should create your own style but also dress as you want to be paid next year. I decided to make an investment and analyse the NPV in a year. I also ended up copying B. in the Samsonite set he bought last year (though I got a extra discount, haha) and decided to buy myself incentives to keep on going to the gym, now that my trainer says that he can really tell the difference after only 4 sessions. Overall we did some really good shopping and stayed there for 7 hours! Off course Tevia passed out the first quiet minutes in the car and I failed to find a McDonalds until...

Yes, I crossed the ocean there and back one more time. And one of the last times, at least having a home in the "wrong" side of the ocean. I did a lot the last couple of days, especially given the jet lag that hit me for the entire duration of my stay... Took care of all the godmother specific shopping, saw some friends, spent time with the family and off course, baptized Francesco! Francesco was super well behaved and barely cried when the actual water came over him unannounced. He did not look like a girl in the dress and me and my sister were proud of him to death. Frei Bento was nice enough to try some words in italian and frequently asked my Sister to translate it for the family. With Christ's resurrection we celebrated Francesco's "entry" into church. He was always in God's heart, but we thought it was important to acknowledge that blessing. Auguri Francesco!

I am, promise! Packed two bags, one to stay, one to come back. Have my readings, my writings, my cases, my slides, my files, my ipod, my german texts, my glasses my pens and pencils, my flying socks, my passport, my I-20, my Euros, my chargers, my phones, my jacket, my handback, my make up and my lenses. Done!

L ast night was the second and official celebration for Christine's bday. We seem to have always at least 2 celebrations and I even think there were 3 but I missed the Wednesday one. Since Tevia and Teeba celebrated their birthdays for a week it is hard to keep up. Christine is my Austrian friend with the sweetest Austrian accent from the sweetest Austrian place. Yes, I had actually been there before, Zell am See! I was there during the time I lived in Wien for a skiing weekend organized by the super hectic students' association. She is right from where the Sound of Music was taped but yet she had never seen it until she came to HBS and we offered her the film. Her 20-year-old brother, who is visiting for the weekend, says that they live the Sound of Music in their childhood so they don't need to see it! But I think him and Jaime were impressed with my singing and coreographies... Anyway, the party was at Christine's house and what started quiet ended up being a really ...

I generally have nothing against April Fools, someone plays a prank on me, I play stupid, smile and wave and take the joke as it is, a joke. And laugh at myself for having believed in it in the first place. But this year, April Fools was too much. The joke was uncovered a couple of hours ago and I am still outraged about it. It played with my trust and my friendship and not even when an email saying it was a joke arrived did I understand that it referred to the actual prank. I was too worried and too much into my deep thoughts about the situation. I worried about all I could have done about it, I worried about everything. And it was a joke. I have been cooling down for a couple of hours, and I will sleep on it. But it will be hard to change my mind. It was a bad joke. This year, April Fools was not funny. E ja que me esqueci de ligar, vai ter de ficar para amanha mas por agora Parabens Rosinha!