Asked by her work to mentor tech-aspired, disadvantaged high school students, LCP signed up. She has two high school junior girls who she is guiding through the college application process.
Today, Saturday, LCP took the girls on a tour of Stanford University. I don’t know if LCP mentioned to the girls she has a dream of earning her Masters there, but I do know she wanted to share her love of the campus with the girls, hoping to heighten their academic aspirations. LCP has become particularly close to one of the girls.
After the campus tour, LCP texted me:
She is just so precious, so driven and works her butt off –
She helps her parents clean midnight – 5 AM and then goes in early for help in school.
Her dream is Stanford.
It’s my mission now to get her in there hahaha
she’s like I don’t party, I don’t go drinking because nothing good will come of it
and I’m like
the longer you stay uncool, the cooler you will be later.
When we invest in others, we invest in ourselves –
“Too Cool for School!”
Wake up, finish well, and help someone along the way.
Booked on a nonstop, round-trip flight, I travel to Mexico City to visit LCP, who’s working there on a 3-month job rotation. I approach airport security and see my ticket is marked, TSA Pre-Check. Effortlessly, I clear security – no need to wait in a long line, to unpack my laptop or to undress. Nice. Sitting at the gate, I notice my flight reservation lists the purpose of my trip: dependent relocation. Classic, I’m now a dependent of my child. Role reversal at its best. Thank you, Apple!
It’s a 3 hour flight from Phoenix to Mexico, DF. I’m pretty much the only non-Hispanic onboard, except for the AA flight crew, and oddly, I feel at home. Spanish is being spoken all around me, and I’m picking up intermittent words, gracias, por favor, buenos días, hola, porque…I get out my phone and open the app, iTranslate, practicing conversational Spanish during my flight.
I land in Mexico City. With a slight wait in baggage claim, a quick pass through customs, and a leisurely exit into the airport’s passenger greeting area, I see a sign with my name on it. A guide, Geraldo, has been sent to transfer me to LCP’s hotel. Geraldo has a driver, so he sits next to me in the back of the van. Geraldo speaks little English, and I speak little Spanish, so we communicate by handing our cell phones back and forth with our Google translators going full throttle. Incredibly, we were able to converse – thank you, Technology!
LCP meets me on the curb of her hotel and leads me upstairs to her temporary home.
After a Corona Lights and chips & salsa welcoming snack, we take an Uber to the Roma neighborhood, Mexico City, and have a pre-dinner drink at the hip bar, Blanco Colima.
– cheers-ing Apple for bringing us to Mexico City!
We then go next door to Rosetta, a quaint restaurant tucked behind huge wooden doors on the first floor of a colonial townhouse. Known for its seasonal menu, Rosetta is the perfect place for us to begin our Mexico City experience!
Beautiful wine service, fresh, delicious food and a magical ambiance have us anxiously anticipating our week together, exploring this city, compliments of Apple, Inc., and have left me, a relocation dependent, speechless in both Spanish and English.
All I can say is,
role reversal rocks – rocas de revocación del papel