While traveling in Buenos Aires with friends last March, we befriended a number of locals and other travelers we encountered while partying, sightseeing, and roaming the city. Some of these interactions were not but a few minutes of conversation, while others ultimately led to Facebook friendships. (And yes, I wish that sentence had a better ending, but sadly it does not).
Earlier this week I met up with one of these friends, a girl from England wrapping up a few months of traveling the Americas with a final stop in New York. She brought along one of her travel buddies, and we all chatted like old friends about our travels prior to and since meeting in Buenos Aires.
It was only when her friend asked me how we’d met that I realized – three months later – the absurdity of our initial encounter.
My response: Uh… in a cemetary.
