Bumping into people

In Hobart I'm always bumping into people and I love it. It tells me this is the place where I belong, my home. And it was something I gave up to come to Santiago. But so far, I've bumped into seven lots of people! - a man from my church and, another day, the Chilean husband of an English friend, both in the centre of town; Emy's niece, and then her Mum and boy, near our house; Felipe's brother and, later on, a friend of his, in a shopping mall just south of here; and some other missionaries, taking the same bus home after church on Sunday. It's no big deal ;).