This may be the toughest challenge I have done yet. I’m still doing it, even though my updates may be a few days late.
Today’s stranger was a boy in a bookstore.
He wanted to know where I was from. That question starts many conversations.
He had floppy teenage boy hair, the way mine looks when I need a good haircut, and piercing blue eyes that he didn’t quite know the power of yet. He told me he wanted to go to London more than anything and asked questions. Are there really lots of cool bands and pubs and street markets. Does it rain a lot, are people friendly, do they like Americans, do I think they’d like him. He picked up a book of London photos and asked if I’d seen the stuff in the book. He listened to Oasis, had I heard of them. Did I think he’d ever go there.
I think I answered ‘yes’ to all his questions. I know I left the store smiling to myself and missing the city I love.
