Do You Know Where We Are?

“Do you know where we are?” started this delightful conversation. It ended with me hoping that at the age of 86 that my husband and I are driving cross country and bumping into new acquaintances along the way.

Returning to our McDonald’s table, I saw my husband, Pete, several seats down talking with an older gentleman and his companion. This gentleman was telling my husband that the highway was sure busy.  This didn’t surprise Pete as the highway was I-40.  Pete was intently using the iPad and the gentleman was looking at a large travel atlas spread open on the table. I caught enough of the conversation to learn that this couple was celebrating her 86th birthday down at Hot Springs, Arkansas.  Since the horses weren’t racing there, the new destination was Evansville, Indiana.  The two men figured out where we were (Lonoke, Arkansas) and the route needed to get to their new destination.

We continued to visit, and learned the couple was from the Charleston, Illinois area where we were married and had spent a good number of years. She knew quite a few of the same people we did. They had married late in life after each had lost a mate.  They freely shared how they met and had decided to marry.  Hearing their relationship story was intriguing as was the fact that two mid-eighties adults were driving cross country to pursue a desire to see horse racing and celebrate a birthday.

An elderly man learning over and asking “Do you know where we are?” started this delightful conversation. It ended with me hoping that at the age of 86 that my husband and I are driving cross country to pursue some passion or interest, and bumping into new acquaintances along the way.  Maybe we will be asking, “Do you know where we are?” to start a conversation.  Have you ever met someone by being lost?