Two weeks ago. Golden hour—the kind of light that makes everything look like a postcard. My wife and I were doing the usual tourist shuffle through Hoi An's old town, looking for coffee, dodging scooters and the relentless hawkers. Out of the corners of our eyes, we noticed two women coming our way. As they got closer, we all stopped, stunned. One of them was someone we both know well, a woman we’ve worked with for years back in the States.
We stood there laughing at the absurdity of it all—friends bumping into each other in a random alley halfway across the world. Life’s funny like that, isn’t it? You travel to the other side of the planet looking for something different, only to find a piece of home staring back at you.
Have you ever run into someone you knew on the other side of the world?