It's not your fault Valentina. I guess when both your parents are medical doctors, you can't help but be aware of the many microscopic dangers of an escalator's hand rail. It's probably perfectly normal to hold your breath just after a stranger sneezes until you're far clear of any unsightly DNA they've sprayed into your sanitary world. And finally, where this impacts me... I'm sure it's perfectly sane to keep tabs on MY 'sanitary status' to make sure I continue to win the endless war against the unseen attackers. The industrial sized hand sanitizer that you gave me for work was really useful. The people at work just figured there was a 'hand sanitizer by the gallon' sale at Costco.
Anyway, I bring this up in this blog because this trip has been a pretty big challenge for you and I think you're finally overcoming your fears. The other night you happily drank straight from your glass whereas even dying of thirst you used to wait patiently at PF Changs to finally ask the waiter for a straw. I knew this trip would make us change for the better in many many ways. :)
Sure, last night you berated me slightly after we ate dinner when I rubbed my eye... "You've been all over the city touching 'god-knows-what' and you touch your eye? Your EYE? You must just really want pink eye don't you!?"
Anyway... small steps....
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I can see Val's face as she tells you off!! good times.
ps. I made mashed potatoes last night and thought of the two of you ;)
You see...what germophobe have you met who is willing to have a mash potato fight in her house? BTW, I just lost it laughing thinking about the dried up potato we found weeks later hanging by our sliding door! We miss you!
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