I got a call on my cell phone today and the screen said it was from area code 261. I don’t think I know anyone in that area code. But I answered it anyway, feeling impatient about having to explain I was not who they were trying to reach.
“Who is this?”
“Ohmigod, it’s YOU. Are you really calling me from Argentina? How did– but you don’t have a ph– “
“Phone cards, mom. Remember those?”
Well, yeah, of course. But the call was unexpected. I can’t even tell you how good it was to hear her voice. Twenty three minutes of it before she had to go off and do something.
She’s got a head cold — going from summer heat to sleeping in a tent when it’s 25 degrees outside will do that to a person — but she’s having a great time and is now safely in Mendoza. The family she is staying with is “very nice.” They go to the university tomorrow for more orientation and a Spanish language placement test.
Sometimes it’s worth it to answer the phone.