When Iris spoke yesterday about her conversation in England with a stranger and they spoke about the weather, it reminded me of a friend/colleague who struck up a conversation with a stranger on a train. This is not really my story to tell but I wanted to share it because I think it’s super romantic and after all, I sometimes write romantic stories (<g>). I have one that takes place on a train in the 1920s planned for someday (I’ve even bought some research books on the old luxury trains from days gone by to get ready to write that one).
Anyway, this friend I know was engaged to the daughter of a prominent citizen in his hometown. He broke it off for good reasons and basically left that town (not on a rail) for a while to let things simmer down. He went to Europe and traveled the various countries by rail. He met an Israeli girl on one of these trains and they fell madly in love.
They married and had two beautiful daughters. He loved and adored that woman he met like no one I’ve ever known. He was a tough as nails litigator and could intimidate any mortal but when he talked about his wife, his whole countenance changed- you could tell he loved her like crazy. I hadn’t known him long when he first told me about falling in love with a stranger on a train. He’d gone to Europe to nurse a broken heart and found the love of his life. I thought he was the most romantic man I ever knew to share this story with me, whom he barely knew.