“Oh!”
I looked up. I was having my coffee in Second Cup this morning. I saw a girl pick up someone’s bus pass, so I followed her train of thought. No picture, no one clearly looking for something, I guess I’ll give it to the cashier. And so she did. I wonder how often I’ll need people like that when I move to the Netherlands this winter. Except they won’t find a bus pass, they’ll find me, clearly out of place, trying to navigate myself. I would catch their glance and use it as an invite. “Hi, do you know which way is Sheveningen?”
If anything is required of a traveller, it’s a healthy sense of humility and a valid passport. 61 days to flight departure.



