When I spent a month and a half in Brasillia, Luis (who I've blogged about before) was one of my first students. The first class, he walked me to his house. I made sure to memorize where we were going so that I'd know how to get there the next time. I paid attention to the street names, landmarks and the names above the buildings on either side of his. I knew I had to have it totally memorized for the next time since I didn't have a Brazilian phone.
The next week, I headed there on my own. I made it all the way to the building but then realized I had to be buzzed in and had no idea which of the eight buttons were for his apartment. I stood there for a minute, trying to figure out what to do. In the end, I decided buzzing all eight of the buttons made more sense than walking all the way home and texting him that I didn't know his apartment number. Pressing all of them meant that I'd probably piss a lot of people off but it also meant that at least one person would definitely buzz me in. Perfect.
Somebody (I don't know who) did buzz me in and I headed up to his apartment. I knew right where it was and, this time, made a mental note of the number. 202. We had another great class but not without a lot of laughing first about the fact that I'd just buzzed every single apartment in that building.
Before the next class, I decided to text him to make certain I remembered which apartment it was and his answer cracked me up:
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