Last night, I needed to print something, so I went to my local printer (Yes, I have a local printer. Sometimes, being a student in Europe feels like you're still living in the 1700s). Afterwards, I decided to visit the nearby branch of the Reina Sofia's bookstore, La Central.
It was around 7 or so in the evening. I glanced around, found a Moleskin digital pen that looked really cool (and way too expensive for me. Christmas present, madre?), and then noticed a familiar name on their calendar of events.
The familiar name was that of Ángel Loureiro, my undergraduate thesis advisor and the reason why I decided to pursue a doctorate. It just so happened that at 7:15, he was giving a talk on his new book Huellas del otro: Éticas de la autobiografía en la modernidad española. It was too big of a coincidence to pass up, so I hustled my way down to the actual Reina Sofia, and arrived to his talk about 15 minutes late.
Afterwards, we were able to catch up for a bit. Turns out he's in Spain because he's on fall break, and at first he didn't recognize me (or thought that I was a younger sister of me or something). He signed my copy of his book (that will actually prove rather useful for an article I have to write by May), and I got someone to take a photo of us.
It was around 7 or so in the evening. I glanced around, found a Moleskin digital pen that looked really cool (and way too expensive for me. Christmas present, madre?), and then noticed a familiar name on their calendar of events.
The familiar name was that of Ángel Loureiro, my undergraduate thesis advisor and the reason why I decided to pursue a doctorate. It just so happened that at 7:15, he was giving a talk on his new book Huellas del otro: Éticas de la autobiografía en la modernidad española. It was too big of a coincidence to pass up, so I hustled my way down to the actual Reina Sofia, and arrived to his talk about 15 minutes late.
Afterwards, we were able to catch up for a bit. Turns out he's in Spain because he's on fall break, and at first he didn't recognize me (or thought that I was a younger sister of me or something). He signed my copy of his book (that will actually prove rather useful for an article I have to write by May), and I got someone to take a photo of us.
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