One minute I was bidding Analyn goodbye, and 45 minutes later, I was with Jaimey in a hotel lobby in Milano, welcoming college students. Sometimes the chapters in life stop and start suddenly.
Jaimey runs a program for students from various University of California schools. He asked me to be his assistant due to my experience in student affairs, my familiarity with a few destinations and languages, being a film-maker, and, perhaps mostly, being his friend. Anyway, other than 2 August, it’s a pretty good gig.
That day, however, Jaimey and I took turns greeting and orienting students who had just staggered off the plane, caught a train, and tumbled through the hotel doors. Many of the students arrived before the hotel had cleaned everyone’s room, so some of them sat on and amidst their baggage, sleepily passing time with us.
Swimming in Lago Maggiore, I had managed to clog my right ear. I bought some ear wax removal from a Farmacia around the corner from the hotel. I tried it out and consequently blocked my ear for the next six days. I recall this, because, now, as I write this, 18 days later, my ear is clogged again. I had been very careful swimming in the Mediterranean, keeping my ears above the water to preserve my hearing. It’s hard to do, even buoyed by the salt-water, when you are used to swimming 3 – 4 miles a week with your head underwater. My ears got clogged again here and unclogged on their own a few hours later. Stupidly, last night, when my ear itched, I scratched it and reclogged my ear.
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