The woman standing on the terrace of the Broward Center put away her smartphone.
"Were you speaking Swedish?" I asked her.
"Ja," she said, before hitting me with a stream of Swedish. Realizing her mistake, she switched to English. "We have a large Swedish community here," she said. "We have a Midsummer celebration in Snyder Park. We have a crayfish party. A Santa Lucia party."
On our way to our seats, I bumped into my Russian friend Lidia, whom I'd not seen in years.
We sat next to a woman dressed in black and a man wearing an ascot. They were from India. We chatted for a while and then the curtain went up on The Magic Flute. It was in German. I tried to work on my Spanish by reading both columns of subtitles.
At intermission, out on the Waste Management Mezzanine, we ran into two old Polish acquaintances.
