#56: Meet A Stranger On A Plane, Leave With A Friend.
This past Sunday’s 11-hour, two-stop-layover plane ride was a testament to my growing travel resilience and a simple undeniable fact: The world is really a lot smaller than you think it is. On the plane from Washington, DC to Burlingame, CA, I ended up sitting next to an unassuming, future friend. At first, she was a random stranger, whom I shared an uncomfortable arm rest and SkyMall magazine with. At mid-conversation, I was enamored with her story. At…