Yet another entry in the annuals of “Carla Talks to Strangers”….
While waiting for my Bolt Bus back to New York this afternoon, I took one of the few seats near the terminal gate. An older gentleman was already sitting there, so I took a spot a little closer to the door. Fearful he might think I was jumping line, I assured him I would be moving after I ate my snack.
He smiled and then communicated — in very broken English — that he was going to Niagara Falls from another gate.
I could have let it go at that, but I was curious about his accent. Turns out he was German, and we were soon in deep discussion about our German family names, my brother Kent’s tour-of-duty in Germany and the cuckoo clocks from the Black Forest that our families both owned. (He actually lives near the Black Forest today.)
Mr. Klamm — that’s his name — is on a three-month journey across the United States and South America, most of it via bus so he can get a good look at the countryside. He will also be visiting Peru, where he lived and worked for 20 years.
It was a fascinating conversation. Forty minutes flew by, and I was almost sad to board my bus and leave him there at the gate.
But I have a feeling Mr. Klamm will make many more friends along the way.
“A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles.” – Tim Cahill
Posted in Humor, Relationships, Travel
Tagged Black Forest, Black Forest cuckoo clock, Bolt Bus, Boston, bus terminal, bus travel, cuckoo clock, Germany, New York City, Niagara Falls, Peru, South America, talk to strangers, talking to strangers, Tim Cahill