starbucks joy

For months and months and months I have had coffee every other Sunday morning with Jorge. Last Sunday, after an hour and a half of that lovely and most wonderful magic, I had tears in my eyes hugging and saying goodbye in the parking lot. Jorge’s been my only true friend here in San Luis Obispo.

I first met him in a mandatory first aid/cpr training on a Saturday morning maybe two weeks into my Channel Island YMCA career. We were sitting next to each other and so, whimsically you could say, became partners. I think Jorge would agree we’ve come a long way since 15 compressions and two lifey breaths.

We worked a bunch of Saturday mornings together, and at some point I said something like, “We should get a coffee sometime,” and maybe a couple of weeks later, Jorge showing up to relieve me on a Tuesday shift, he said, “You want to get a coffee this Sunday?” And I said , “Yes.”

It’s been something like five-and-a-half months of every other Sunday, and I honestly cannot imagine my life here without those times. Cows on hillsides, trails through the woods, and all these coffees with Jorge.

The world came to fetch us even before we knew it.