Last night I was shopping at Target and noticed this guy that looked REALLY familiar. I tried to place where I might know him from and finally concluded it must just be my imagination. I continued my shopping and didn't think about it again.
A little while later, I was in a different part of the store and the guy walked by again. He turned and looked at me, walked over and handed me a postcard. He said "I'm an artist and I'm having a show. I'd like to invite you to come to the reception."
I looked at the post card and saw that it was an invitation to his exhibit titled "Cuban Chronicles."
"Are you Cuban?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm actually from there," he replied.
So I said, "Oh! I've been to Cuba! It's a beautiful country. I love it."
We started talking about Cuba and he asked me how I had been able to visit his country and that's when it dawned on me. "I know you! We met in Cuba! Near Santa Clara!"
He looked surprised and then recognition dawned on his face. "Yes!" he said, "We talked about the war!"
It's true...we had a really long, intense conversation about the Cuban perspective on the war versus the US perspective.
Unbelievable. I just reconnected with a guy in Target on San Felipe, who I first met in Cuba nearly three years ago. But you know me...there always has to be something funny in every story.
It just so happened that I had been shopping for undergarments and was holding two bras the entire time we were talking. Seriously.