Is it a small world, or what? Running into people...

As I wrote in my last post, Kelly and I have been enjoying the sense of history unfolding here at El Bañito, the hot springs / trailer park we've been camped at for a week now, just outside of Ciudad Valles, in the state of San Luis Potosi.

The day after Christmas was very busy here, with lots of local people coming out to take the waters and eat in the open-air restaurant. As Kelly and I strolled down to the restaurant ourselves for a snack, we saw an American couple of more or less our age. We greeted each other and the man said, "I know you!" We soon figured out that we had met Jay two years ago in Bernal, in the state of Queretaro, one of our favorite towns from our last trip. (The link takes you to the page where I write about meeting him in Bernal.)

Jay had come to El Bañito many times, some 20+ years ago. His family had come to Mexico many winters, home-schooling their kids. One of his daughters was with him now, along with her husband and two young boys.

I was amazed. Of all the millions of people in Mexico, how many do we know? Even of all the foreigners here now, how many do we know?

It turned out that Jay knew we were back in Mexico and in the Ciudad Valles area, as our holiday email had gone out the week before, and we'd sent it to Robert, another American who lives in Bernal. But he was as astonished as we were. We had a great visit with him and his partner Lucy.

And do we sense an unseen hand nudging us to go back to Bernal again this trip? Hmm...