Hi to all!

I just realized that I never put this story on my blog... but it's a good one, or at least I think so :) I know that my dad will really appreciate this one!

When I went to go find my rental cello (yes, I get to take cello lessons here!!!), the man at the store asked me where I am from in the US. Usually when I say, "Indiana," they kind of give me a nod and have no idea where that is. When he responded to know Indiana, I said that he was one of the few to know. He replied with "Ah, yessss, the Wabash River," as he pulled an old guitar out of the corner of the shop. He struck the first chord (and it was horribly out of tune) and began singing "Back Home Again in Indiana." Just when this little trip to the music store couldn't get much better, another man started playing it on his clarinet. I was in shock. I was singing "Back Home Again in Indiana" in PARIS, FRANCE. What in the world???

The world feels so big some day, but other day it really is "a small world after all." Music can bring us together, make the world feel smaller, and make incredible connections that could have otherwise been "lost in translation." It's a beautiful things, isn't it?