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chance meeting, flight connect, and hot dog lunch


Yesterday, I broaded my flight from Montreal with a connection in Detroit. In some way, I was a little sad to leave Montreal so soon. Just when I was really starting to really get to know the city, I was out of there. Something about that city seems strangely familiar to me even though I have never really been there. I remembered feeling the same way when I visited Victoria years ago. Maybe I just need to travel more...


Once I boarded the plane, by sheer randomness, I happened to meet S on the plane. S is connecting his way from Detroit to Shanghai. By tomorrow, it would be his 42nd birthday and he will be celebrating it in Shanghai! Born in Quebec, he is a running enthusiast and love to travel. He's pretty much been everywhere, and ran every marathon he can qualified for... And when he found out that I live in San Francisco, he told me he ran the SF marathon months ago, and he wanted to move there. He also told him quite a bit about himself, his medical history, and family stuff. I am not going to repeat those, but I found it odd that people (not just S) find this is okay to do? With a random stranger no less...

On the other hand, it made perfect sense... Who else can you talk to sometimes if not a stranger, who probably don't know you enough to really judge you. And what if they do, chances are, you will never see them again...

What it did reaffirmed for me through our conversation is that there are still a lot of trust in this world, and that we each hold a piece of that fabric...

After we got off the plane, I thought about offering to buy him a drink or lunch to celebrate his up-coming birthday, but it seemed inappropriate somehow to suddenly know so much, and yet nothing at all really about that person, so we just said, "bon voyage" to each other and left separately. Besides, both of our connections were pretty tight, and neither of us wanted to miss our next adventure.

I had 45 minutes in Detroit before I board my plane back to San Francisco.

In that short span of time, I briefly browsed through the gift shops, and brought myself a Chicago hotdog made "Detroit style". Basically, a hotdog with stuff on it. I had no idea what some of those stuff are, but heck, it was interesting. I was finally back on U.S. soil and with a hot dog in my hand, yo.


More on my plane ride back to SF later...

Posted by 4kitten 11:06 Archived in USA Tagged detroit

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