It was at an altitude of 32.000 feet that I met Vincente for the first and only time. Our conversation started as I noticed he was holding a copy of Jip & Janneke, a dutch childhood book of mine - that he was using to learn dutch - while I was holding my french-spanish lesson book. He was doing backs and forths between Madrid and Belgium for work and family. And I was doing the same for love.
Be it that we were meant to meet as friends in another life time, or that it was the effect of the 32.000 feet of altitude that made us excessively deep about our conversations - we exchanged that day about the meaning of love and how much of a factor choice can be.
As I asked him for a quote, he thought about it long enough and then left me with his email address and a quote his latin teacher used to say - all of this on the back of my Ryanair voucher for a 3 euro overpriced coffee - one out of the many I was going to take.