Hopeless romantic

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Watched the 1989 classic movie, Say Anything, and fell in love with the young John Cusack again.  Not to be a huge cheeseball but there's something about the famous boombox scene that gets to me.  Maybe, just maybe, I'm a hopeless romantic under the "I don't care" facade.  There's something about Lloyd Dobler's irresistible character, that long tacky trench coat and lovesick expression that keeps that scene replaying over and over even after 20 years. Sigh.

On another note, looks like I'm going to Latin America this summer - destination soon to be known !!!  Literally the email went like this: "Based on your language skills, we have no reservations offering an ambassadorship in Latin America."  Are you kidding me??

Por favor, debes hablar español nunca

I'm in round three interviews with FIMRC's Ambassador program - which sends 10 lucky people to one of their clinical sites to essentially implement their own health project (I'm making it sound like some sort of sweepstakes but it's not!)  So the last interview is all in spanish and I was banging my head for putting Spanish as a language I am proficient in because clearly I'm not.  Picture this, my interviewer tells me to relax because he hears the nervousness in my voice but my god, I'M NERVOUS.  I don't even sweat that much when I run.  He was luckily very encouraging and patient but I realized if I get sent to Peru, this Rosetta Stone crap is not going to cut it.  I need to make some amigos de Espanol quick.  Sigh.  Results to come....

Praying for good news!

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