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Table for One, Please… Crashed by a High-Fiver

“Table for one, please.” At first I hated saying it. For some reason it carries a sense of embarrassment, probably because the waiter or waitress always responds back with, “Oh, just one?” as if it is unthinkable that a person would be dining alone, especially on a weekend. Not to mention all the other patrons coming in couples and groups of friends, looking over at you as if to feel sorry for the poor girl sitting there by herself.

After a short adjustment period where I must admit I felt awkward and slightly embarrassed, I began to rather enjoy my moments alone. I love the company of others and I’m a very social creature, but sometimes it’s refreshing to go out and not worry about forming topics of conversation. How many times in life’s daily grind do we get these precious moments to ourselves to reflect on the day?

There I was enjoying a cup of tea at my table for one, when I saw him approaching. He was tall with light brown eyes and his lips had a devious sort of curve about them. I wouldn’t describe him as handsome, but there was certainly something attractive about him. “Tea on a Saturday night?” he asked with a chuckle. “Yes,” I said, “I know it doesn’t seem very exciting.”

We started into conversation about where I was from and why I was here in Bothwell of all places. “Would you like a real drink?” he asked. I hesitated, “Sure, I guess. Amaretto on the rocks.” I watched him raise his right hand and I watched it come towards me. I quickly realized what was happening and raised my right hand to meet his in the air… in a high-five. “Good choice,” he said. I was taken back for a moment. Did he just high-five me? He turned from the table and walked to the bar to gather our drinks.

The conversation was going quite well. He seemed nice enough, interesting. He was an engineer of some kind and had done a fair amount of travelling across Europe. I said I had done my fair share as well. “What has been your favorite place so far?” he asked. “Berlin, Germany.” I answered. “I love Berlin! I spent a few weeks there with my mate,” he said excitedly. There it was again, his right hand rising into the air across the table for a high five. This is just becoming comical, I thought. I suddenly felt like I was in a Seinfeld episode with a real-life David Putty.

 The conversation continued to favorite types of music. He had played in a band with friends for four years at university. “What type of music did you play?” I asked. “Did you ever hear of the Shins?” he replied, “They were our inspiration. That indie-folky sound.” “I really like the Shins,” I said. Oh gees, here it comes again, that right hand rising up and across the table. I’m trying desperately to not buckle over in laughter.

This is unreal. A real-life high-fiver. “I’m sorry I have to meet someone somewhere. Pleasure meeting you,” I said. I grabbed my coat and without even stopping to put it on, I scampered toward the door. I started walking down the hill into the cold, laughing with every step. How do I get so lucky to attract such fine gentlemen? And so there it was, my table for one crashed by a high-fiver.

Dear normal men of the world, please start existing.

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Welcome to the world

“There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.” Robert Louis Stevenson, The Silverado Squatters, 1883

The world is a vast and beautiful place, one of many natural wonders, peoples, foods, languages, etc.. With a little curiosity, countless adventures can be found. I grew up in a small-town area in Central Pennsylvania, USA  referred to as “The Cove,” a place where residents are nestled safely between mountainous walls with very few ever venturing far from their safe haven. My curiosity to learn more about the world began at a young age when I started to get lost in books and blogs about foreign lands and people.

I began my travels with a study abroad program, living in Nicosia, Cyprus for 5 months. I traveled throughout the region and continental Europe to 15 countries and 33 cities. I quickly became completely enamored with culture, people, and madness and I started writing stories about my adventures. Since then, I’ve begun to gradually add to my portfolio of worldly experiences.

That’s what this blog is about. Not just travel, but my stories, my adventures, my perceptions, and other things that may interest me along the way. I’m most interested in a deeper experience, a deeper curiosity than what is on the surface of a city, country, or culture. This is my story, my life… perhaps somewhat mad, somewhat offbeat.

The world is a beautiful place. Don’t be afraid to explore it for yourself. Push yourself outside of your comfort zone. As an influential Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, “It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, ‘Always do what you are afraid to do.”

With a little curiosity and a willingness to learn, there is no foreign land.

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