Tiene 20 años, estudia actuaría, le gusta cocinar y tiene una paciencia infinita con los niños [o eso parece]. Se llama Juan Miguel Calvert y desde hace poco más de un mes se ha convertido en nuestro inquilino. Vino a tramitar su green card y su idea, por ahora, es contemplar la idea de en algún momento mudarse al gabacho. Su experiencia me parece prototípica de los asuntos que estamos intentando discutir en este blog y por eso le he pedido, y él amable, entusiasta y desinteresadamente ha accedido, que comparta su experiencia con PSN. Lo ha escrito en inglés y ésta es la primera entrega. Sigan leyendo y sabrán por qué.
Mil gracias a Juan Miguel por sus palabras, y por las risas que nos hemos echado editando su texto.
My experience so far
Juan Miguel Calvert
Let me tell you about myself so you may better understand what I’m about to relate to you. I was born in
About four months ago my parents and I decided that it would be convenient for me to have my American green card so that if I would decide to work in the
In the next days and after dealing with paperwork and bureaucracy, I met with who was going to be my [green card] sponsor. [He's a] tall blond man [in his] mid fifties. [He's real] nice man. We went to lunch a couple of times where he told me about his endless adventures that went from marriages gone wrong to the Vietnam war. At first he was hesitant about becoming my sponsor, but after a couple of lunches together and meeting with the attorneys that are working on my case, he took a leap of faith and took me under his wing.
That same week I went to church like I usually do in
Over here it was a bit different. First off the father came pretty much with what could only be described as an entourage of little girls, boys, young men and more senior. But I thought, well, it's a big church, that must be why. After that we had a moment that came straight out of a musical. Everybody was singing along with what I call The Sarah Brightman of Catholic Singing: nice voice but, come on, this is church not The Phantom of the Opera, relax. That was a bit of a culture shock.
After a bit more than a week in Houston I moved to
Now let me tell you about a thing that I have become acquainted to since I’ve been here, both in Houston and Austin: Public transportation sucks. What a nightmare. [It is] slow, expensive [in Houston], smelly and the company... Damn!!! Really, never use it, you are better off walking.
I would also like to tell you a little bit about
To be continued...