(This was the second-most exciting thing that happened to me this week):
Yesterday I was at my local Grey Lynn Foodtown grocery store with Ian and Sheena. We were buying ice cream (we LOVES ice cream) to eat after we had just had a feast of shrimps on the barbie.
On my way to the check out line I saw a girl who had a familiar shirt on.
It said Grinnell Softball.
My first thought: There are probably a million towns in the world called Grinnell.
My second thought: They don't play softball in New Zealand, she must be American.
So I walked up to her and said in one quick breath, 'Excuse me, Grinnell where?'
And she said, 'Iowa'.
Sheen and Ian and I all dropped jaws.
I said (excitedly, all in one breath), 'Me too! I'm an Iowan too!'
We chatted for a minute while queued up in line. She's been here a week (a newbie, I called her), she's here on a working holiday (just like me), and she lives right up the street (just like me).
Just think, a new friend from home. Someone who knows who the Nadas are and likes them as much as me.
Finally, someone who speaks my language.
It's like being in Heaven.
Only replace Heaven with Iowa.
We're having coffee later next week, and I can't wait for gossip from the good ol' Hawkeye State...