By mere chance, our paths crossed again that memorable summer. We met several times, and, with each hello, the good-byes became harder to say. Four weeks had passed in a hurry, and my friends had but a few days left in the country. I decided to stay another week and followed Gary and his cousin to Chile. During that last week, there was an unexpected turn of events. The contract I had waiting for me in Seattle fell through and, suddenly, I had a lot of time on my hands.
As soon as I told Gary the news, he was thrilled and immediately said, “That means you’re coming with me to Switzerland?”
“No,” I said, “It means, I don’t have a job!” Needless to say, with little persuasion, I bought a ticket to Switzerland. I purchased a one-way ticket, just in case I changed my mind about him. I was still wondering if the excitement of backpacking fogged my mind and though maybe I would come to my senses once I stepped off that plane and onto new soil. That wasn’t the case.