His Story...
After
nearly four months on foot wandering
around western Europe in 1999, I was finally road
weary and dangerously short of cash. In fact, I was
traveling back to Basel to discuss a job in Portugal
a friend had previously offered to me. I first planned
to meet with a couple American pals and rest up while
I contemplated my next move.
My first night in
town was spent with two buddies at a local bar talking
shop when suddenly, my friend who has been living in
Basel for the past year, rocketed over to another table.
Keeping low as if to avoid being picked up by radar,
he disappeared across the bar to the company of two
attractive women.
As I glanced over
through the smoke and candle light, I was quite taken
by one of these ladies. Perhaps it was the warm glow
illuminating the freckles of her cheek, or maybe it
was the buzz of my third beer, but I felt strangely
drawn to this curious figure.
Realizing that my
transplanted friend had deserted us with no intention
of sharing, I decided that I should order another round
of beer from the bar, add them to my good buddy's tab,
and head over to introduce myself. This single action
would forever change my course, lead me deep into love,
and plant me firmly in Basel with hardly a second thought
of Portugal.
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