I was all ready to sit down at a cafe and write about confidence, or following your dreams, or something. But then I met someone and everything changed.
Imagine jangling crystal jewelery, curly silver hair, a maternal energy. She turned to me in line and asked how my day was going. I mentioned that this was my first day in Santa Cruz, and that I was loving it so far. She asked if I was a student, I told her I am a writer. Then she invited me to a 60 person Thanksgiving dinner at her house tonight: friends, family (she has 5 kids around my age) and live music.
The cafe turned out not to have wifi or peppermint tea, so I had to find an alternate workplace. But there was a reason I was in there that day…
And this is what I’m finding to be the most wonderful part of traveling: if you move from place to place with the intention of simply connecting with people, you’ll begin to notice energy pulling you along, showing you signs of where to go and what to do. You’ll meet people you never would have met, you’ll hear about their lives, and you’ll learn to be present.
Don’t worry too much about hitting the sights. Go where the people are. When coincidence and synchronicity happens, notice it, use your intuition and trust yourself. If an opportunity feels right, embrace it. If it doesn’t feel right, go do your own thing.
Some lessons to carry through life.
What serendipitous travel experiences have you had?