At 6:00 am yesterday, the wife and I were just struggling to get our bags out of the overhead compartments of our plane--newly landed in London. After a 6-hour flight during which we spoke rarely to other people around us, suddenly a young man about my age greeted us and made inquiries why we were visiting London. As it turns out, he is a young composer from the area, returning home after spending the holidays with his fiance's family in Kansas. Small world, right?
We exchanged some of the usual pleasantries and came to the fact that we had no permanent place to live in town. As we walked to the border agency lines, he invited us, two complete strangers in a strange land, to lunch with him and his fiance over the weekend so he could give us some pointers about living in London. We're meeting them tomorrow near our hotel.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
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