Ten years ago I was budgeting my backpacking trip in Luxemburg, and grocery stores were my go-to for breakfast, lunch and dinner (romantic, I know). I didn’t expect to fall in love inside one. But the cashier was Portuguese. Cute. So cute. Ridiculously cute. I spent the rest of the day thinking about that tiny moment. The only thing I managed to say was:
“No bags, thank you.”
Then I left town and never saw that person again.
Until…
A year later, in another tiny grocery store on a small island off the south of the south of South America, I found another cute Portuguese. Ninety-four percent Azores DNA (according to herself, not 23andMe). This time I didn’t let it slip. I married her.
Still no bags, thank you. Just love.
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