stories for my grandchildren.

One time...
1. while I was waiting at a bus stop in Cancún I recognized some familiar accents so I went up to this American couple and asked,
"What state are you guys from?" They replied "Pennsylvania." No shit - I thought. "I am too. I'm from Washington County." They looked at each other and then looked at me and responded "So are we, we're from Canonsburg." "I'M from Canonsburg," I splurted back at them. "Did you go to Canon-Mac?" They asked. "Yeah, class of 2005." "Yeah, we graduated in 1999."

2. while I was riding in this real shady (but cheap) van going to this waterfall (Agua Azul), I made friends with these two French people. The French boy was visiting the French girl because she had recently moved to Mexico to work with immigrants coming from Guatemala trying to get to the US through the US/Mexican border. In any case, we ended up spending the day together: swimming in the waterfall and eating Nutella on bread, riding a taxi into the heart of the southern hills of Mexico to Chiapas, and running around the town searching for cheese, bread, and wine (oh, the French). We parted ways one morning when I woke up to see that they raved the night away and disappeared before sunrise.
Last summer my sandal broke while I was running late to class (sometimes I value sleep over anything else). It was horrible. I was dawdling around the streets of Paris with only one sandal on. (Yes, I'm positive people thought I was a hobo). After class, I decided to go searching for a new pair of sandals. While I was walking through the tight, busy sidewalks, I bumped into the French girl from Mexico.


fate is fluid. coincidences don't exist like we think they do.