Human Connections

Real moments between people living abroad: a stranger who helped, a friend you lost touch with, someone you wish you had spoken to.

Found a friend

We met in a lift in Edgewater and now we trade mangoes for recipes

I stepped into the lift in Edgewater on Thursday evening with two big bags of groceries and a man offered to hold the door. We rode up nineteen floors and he asked if I liked mangoes. I did. He had a tree in his parents' yard and had been looking for someone to take them. We have been trading mangoes for recipes ever s...

Irina Egorov Edgewater, Miami Oct 11
Found a friend

Apparently the dog from the Prospect Park bench talks about me at home

A large and very confident dog walked up to me on a bench in Prospect Park one Sunday morning and put his chin on my knee like we had agreed on it. The owner apologised four times. We sat there for an hour. The dog never moved. Now the three of us walk the same loop every Sunday and the owner says the dog talks about m...

Marisol I Park Slope, New York Oct 11
Found a friend

We started a cedar season support group on a park bench

On a bench in Hyde Park in the thick of cedar season, I sneezed fourteen times in a row and a woman walking by handed me a full pack of tissues without a word. We talked about allergies, then about everything else. She said, we should start a support group. We did. It is two people and a thermos. Every January we meet...

Nienke D Hyde Park, Austin Oct 11
Found a friend

"You are going to need a bigger bag," said the peach man

Every Saturday I bought the same peaches from the same stall in Grant Park, and one morning the man behind it said, you are going to need a bigger bag. That was the beginning. Now he saves me the odd shaped ones, I bring him coffee, and we talk about the weather in two accents. He says I am his favourite regular. I sus...

Grant Park, Atlanta Oct 11
Found a friend

Return it Sunday, he said, and now we surf together

My surfboard fin broke at El Tunco on a Saturday and the nearest shop was closed. A stranger on the beach pulled a spare out of his bag, helped me screw it in, and said, return it Sunday. On Sunday we surfed together and the fin ended up staying with me. He says he is still waiting for it. I am still waiting for him to...

Santiago Benitez El Tunco, El Zonte Oct 11
Found a friend

I filled in as goalkeeper and now I lose every Sunday with new friends

The goalkeeper was missing from a pickup game in Gonzalo Guerrero on Sunday afternoon and I was the only person standing around. I let in seven goals and sprained my ankle on the last one. The other team carried me to a bench and one of them ran off to find ice. We are now a team of eleven that loses every Sunday and e...

Fer Gonzalo Guerrero, Playa del Carmen Oct 11
Lost touch

Are the riders from the bend on the Amador Causeway still out there?

For a whole dry season I cycled the Amador Causeway on Saturdays at 7am and passed the same three riders at the same bend, first with a nod, then a wave, then a shout. One Saturday they were gone. I have been back a dozen times and seen only tourists on rented bicycles. If you rode in the rain, I owe you the first coff...

Clayton, Panama City Oct 11
Found a friend

My Spanish is barely better but I know all about his grandmother's mole

A language exchange near Parque Juarez gave me a Spanish partner who corrected my verbs for two hours, then took me for tacos around the corner. We have met every Thursday for ten months. My Spanish is barely better. I know all about his grandmother's recipe for mole. It has twenty three ingredients and one of them is...

Claire D Centro, San Miguel de Allende Oct 11
A chance meeting

Somebody sang an old Canarian song on Playa de Las Teresitas and I hummed along

I was lying on the black sand at Playa de Las Teresitas in the afternoon when a man two towels away started singing under his breath, an old Canarian song, slightly flat. Without realising it I was humming along. He looked over and grinned. We did not speak. At the end of the song we both applauded softly, once. I look...

Playa de Las Teresitas, Santa Cruz de Tenerife Oct 11
Found a friend

He is nobody's but he eats at my place

On my first morning in Colonia Electricistas a skinny dog followed me home, and the man next door said, he is nobody's but he eats at my place. For a month I fed the dog on his step. Now I help the man mend nets on Sundays and the dog sleeps between us. I came for a week and booked another month. It was supposed to be...

agustin Colonia Electricistas, Isla Mujeres Oct 11
Found a friend

Same time tomorrow? A walking friend at Lake Baldwin Park

Every evening for a month I walked around Lake Baldwin Park alone, and a woman walking the other direction started to say hello. By the second week she said, same time tomorrow? We do two loops now, one for exercise and one for conversation. I know about her garden and her two sons. She knows about my terrible commute....

Andre Castillo Baldwin Park, Orlando Oct 11
Found a friend

My shovel snapped in a Rosemont snowbank and a neighbour brought his spare

My shovel broke in a snowbank in Rosemont at eight in the morning. The man from the third floor came out with two, handed me one, and we dug until the street was clear without exchanging more than ten words. He asked if I wanted a coffee. We drank it standing in the snow. It has been three winters. We still share the s...

Hannah F Rosemont, Montréal Oct 11
Found a friend

My tuk tuk driver says my Khmer accent is terrible

On my second day in Siem Reap a tuk tuk driver took me from Kandal Village to the airport road and would not take more than we had agreed. I asked if he knew a place for noodles. He said, wait, and took me to his cousin's stall. That was eight months ago. I book him every Friday after work now. We eat noodles. He corre...

nathan Kandal Village, Siem Reap Oct 11
A chance meeting

The jackfruit seller at Han Market who fed me off her knife

At Han Market on Tuesday morning I was staring at a jackfruit like it was a maths problem. The seller, in a conical hat, took it from me, rubbed her knife with a little cooking oil, and opened it in four quick moves. She fed me the first piece off the tip of the knife. It was warm, sticky and tasted like candy. I bough...

Hai Chau, Da Nang Oct 11
Found a friend

A chinook morning and a neighbour who brings the chairs

The chinook came in during the night in Marda Loop and I woke up to a plus fifteen morning and a street full of people in shorts, blinking. A man next door and I stood on our steps and laughed. He brought out two chairs. We watched the snow melt for three hours. We have repeated this every chinook since, four so far. H...

Jimin Moon Marda Loop, Calgary Oct 11
First time here

The golf carts are the traffic here and nobody warned me

I arrived in June, so the first thing I learned was mosquitoes, and the second was that golf carts are the traffic. Not a few of them. All of it. On the cobblestones near the main plaza I stood on a corner for a full minute waiting for a gap, and a cart went by with a family, a cooler and three surfboards on the back....

Sayulita main plaza, Sayulita Oct 11
Overheard

It's only a hundred out, that's basically fall

Late afternoon in August, on the Katy Trail. A man in running shorts said to his friend, who was holding a water bottle like a rescue, "It's only a hundred out, that's basically fall." They ran. I was walking the other way, in the shade of a tree, and I will say plainly that running then was a mistake, and he probably...

Katy Trail, Dallas Oct 11
Found a friend

My salsa partner kept stepping on my foot and apologising more each time

At a beginners salsa class in Machuchal on a Wednesday night my dance partner stepped on my foot four times in the first ten minutes and apologised each time more sincerely. By the end of the night we were both laughing so hard that we could not count the beat. We meet every Wednesday now. We have improved slightly. Th...

shannon Machuchal, Santurce Oct 10
Overheard

Why is my car yellow? It's pollen, honey, it's April.

Outside a coffee window in Inman Park, a man stared at his dusty car and said, "Why is my car yellow?" The woman behind him in line answered without looking up from her phone, "It's pollen, honey. It's April." Pollen is the yellow dust the trees release every spring, and it covers everything here for weeks. I had stopp...

Inman Park, Atlanta Oct 10
A chance meeting

All the words to a song I could not name

The doors of a small venue in Deep Ellum opened at closing time, around 2am, and the band played the last song out on the street. Everyone on the sidewalk knew the words. I did not, but I hummed. A woman beside me gave me the lyrics in my ear. We finished together. Nobody clapped, but a man in a hat took his hat off. I...

Priya Alvarado Deep Ellum, Dallas Oct 10
Overheard

Why is your car always on empty in hurricane season?

Overheard on Bayshore Boulevard, a pair of neighbours beside a parked car. Hurricane season runs from June to November here, and that is the rule most people live by, so the talk is never about if, only about when to fill up. The taller looked at the gauge and said, "It's hurricane season, why is your car always on emp...

Micaela Vera Bayshore Boulevard, Tampa Oct 10
Local tip

Close the windows before the dust arrives, not after

When calima dust is blowing in from the Sahara, close your windows before you leave the flat, not when you get back. It sounds trivial. It is not, because the dust is fine and gets on everything, the laptop keyboard and the balcony chairs included. I learned this on a day that looked perfectly normal, which is how cali...

Erik L the Rambla, Santa Cruz de Tenerife Oct 10
Found a friend

Chess in Hermann Park: I lose and he nods

I was sitting at a chess table in Hermann Park on a Saturday morning, waiting for nobody, when a man sat across from me and started setting up the pieces. We played four games and I lost three. He gave me a nod after each one, including the one I won. I come back every Saturday. We have been playing for a year. I now l...

Jared Museum District, Houston Oct 10
First time here

The coffee came in a cup the size of a thimble

First week in town, I walked up to a little window and asked for a coffee, the way I always did at home. What I got was a tiny paper cup of something black and sweet, handed over a counter with no seats, and it was gone in three swallows. I stood there thinking it was a mistake. Then the man next to me drank his and we...

Domino Park on Calle Ocho, Miami Oct 10