People often ask me if we speak the language of the country we’re going to visit. My answer is always “No, but we manage to communicate.” When we were on the train a few days ago I sat next to these two lovely young ladies. As I watched them chat and giggle I quickly realized they were from different parts of the world. In talking to them I learned that one girl was from Moscow and the other Japan. And yet here they were, cell phones out sharing family pictures to one another and learning about the other’s life etc. It’s absolutely my favorite part of travel. Observing people as they happily meet the challenge of talking to one another. (I do have to apologize to the girl from Moscow for the poor photo I took – we were all trying to get off of the train when I asked to take a picture of them and I didn’t have time to check.)
Murphys on the Move 
Wonderful! This is a good example of how we are so alike and yet different. Thanks for sharing this lovely experience.
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Of course, I love to share 😉
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What a beautiful story!!! ❤
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Awww, thanks! Pretty much stole all the verbage from Rick Steves😉
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Oh wait!!!! Those are my words!!! I thought you were commenting on the David post! Sorry for the confusion 😐
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