So the coolest thing happened to me.
I was in London this week for an amazing conference: World Extreme Medicine Expo. If you’re interested in this kind of thing then it’s well worth a look. You meet some truly amazing people, very inspirational and not just full of hot fuzz and passion, but genuine advice and guidance.
Anyway, my story lies nowhere near that. It lies in Highgate tube station on a regular morning after a regular wake up and a regular shower. I was on my way to London Euston to catch the train back to Scotland when a lady turns to me and asks in Spanish, ‘Is this the right train for London Bridge?’ I surprised myself on two counts. 1) That I understood what she asked and 2) that I would be considered a ‘local’ to London (despite my obvious suitcase) to have the knowledge to help this lady.
‘Si’ I replied with a ‘de nada’ to her thanks. ‘Oh you speak Spanish!’ Well no, not even remotely but apparently I’m now not only masquerading as a Londoner but also as a Spanish linguist.
It made my morning and reminded me of why I love being on the move. Random moments with random strangers. But her gratitude was genuine and for that, it was worth it.
Strangers in the night…