One thing that strikes most Aussies that venture to Europe is that, yes, you might be millions of miles away from home on the other side of the world, but you can never, truly escape. You are probably more likely to bump into your best friend from primary school/old piano teacher/next door neighbour on the streets of London then you are in Sydney. Logical it's not, but it happens. Now, Europe is obviously a much bigger place again, but coincidences surely do happen.
So as you can probably guess, there is a story coming on. Recently I went to Spain with a friend of mine - a blissful tour starting on the Costa Brava and doing a loop through Andalucia and finishing in Majorca. As you can imagine, it was a sun-filled tapas and sangria fiesta and a lot of the indulgences occurred in the beautiful town of Seville where we spent a few days. When we arrived in Seville, we had already been travelling together alone for about a week and were hungry for some company, any company! We were out sampling some of the fine bars and tapas the region had to offer one night, when I spotted a couple of obviously-not-Spanish people I thought were staying in the same hostel as us. OK, so I had probably had a little too much sangria by this stage, but we all got chatting and had a fun night out (which ended up with me leaving a lot of my possessions behind at the bar, but that's another story).
Anyways, I didn't give a second thought to the guys we had been out with that night and we continued on our merry tour of Spain and I returned to London. Last week, I got home from work and got the shock of my life when one of them was standing in my kitchen! Turns out he is the 'friend' of my flatmates who came to London to stay with us for a week! Was quite embarrassing, but funny since it is such a massive co-incidence. It just goes to show, you are never safe...
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