If there is one thing travelling made me appreciate above all, it is the random encounters we have. There is no rhyme and reason to them, they just happen, and sometimes, just sometimes they have a profound impact on our lives.
Last year I was in India for a week. One short, crazy, dismal little week. If not for the incredible wedding of Srikant and Anastasia, who would travel to a foreign country for a week?
There was magic in that trip though. From the taxi drivers to the train journeys, the servers to the shop assistants, everything was just perfect.
There was the hospitality and love from Uma and Subash that completely floored me, the unexpectedness of midnight encounters with Dalton, reconnecting with old and very precious friends, the gorgeous Verônica, the glorious Kitty, picture perfect Anya, and then there was Nikita.
If I have to think back on that week, not a single thing that comes to mind has anything to do with anything I have seen but every single memory involves a person.
In the end people like us, we don’t need that much. Just someone that starts, starts a spark in our bonfire hearts…