caza feliz: día tres — victorias pequeñas

Today I mailed some packages at the post office.

Boring errand?  Or victorious conquest?

Please understand, this is how most tasks go around here:  I walked 20 minutes to downtown, finally found the post office, navigated the horde of waiting people (no queues), figured out what paperwork I needed, figured out why there were no queues, realized I was late to pick up the kids, left, returned the next day, took a number, waited, waited, waited, had a painful conversation with an employee, realized I didn’t need all the paperwork I had filled out in triplicate, filled out different paperwork, realized they don’t take credit cards, ran to the bank, ran back, learned how to say “thank you for your patience”, paid, walked to the bus, rode home.

Two entire school days on one run to the post office.  Dios mio.

But now? I’ve done it!  Walking to the bus I felt a sense of elation akin to learning how to ride my bike as a kid.  Freedom!  Imagine the possibilities!  I can mail a package any freakin time I want!  Don’t you get it?  Freedom!

Crushing frustration and rapturous jubilation in a single day.  I don’t get that often in America.  Gracias España loca.