In this story, I arrive in Argentina, the final country on my round-the-world trip. Emerging from the mists of Iguazu Falls to the streets of Buenos Aires, I'm unclear what lies ahead.
My plan for a discreet cry on the bus was ruined.
A pretty blonde woman sat down and pulled out a journal to write in, like mine on the small table in front of me. As I tried to catch my breath and stop my tears from spilling over, she turned to me.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Sorry, I'm feeling emotional," I replied, wishing she’d sat somewhere else. I just needed some alone time.
"Have you… fallen in love?" she asked with a smile.
How could she possibly know? I exhaled deeply and told her everything.
