I just realized that one of the reasons I like traveling so much is that even though I am a self professed introvert, it is so easy for me to start a conversation with strangers at any place we are visiting. Maybe because we know we most likely never meet again, this makes our curiosity about life of others natural. I don’t remember their names but I will take their stories, the conversations we had with me, same way as I have the photos I took. The lady from New Zealand who travels alone, the high school geography teacher from Switzerland who came here for some Spanish immersion, the young man from Columbia, who immigrated here to start a new life, the couple from London, fellow escapees from rainy weather. People our life intersected with just for a blink of time, still remarkable.
