"And where are you off to, young man?"
"Santiago," I replied.
My questioner -- a silver-goateed, balding man of about 60 -- sighed.
"Ah, Chile!" he exclaimed, resting his hands atop his belly. "I was there once upon a time..."
And that's how it began: 10 years’ worth of stories to pass the time as we sat…
He was so handsome. Tall with dark chocolate skin and big brown eyes to match. He climbed in the minivan and took the last available seat next to me. Smiling, he revealed his perfect white teeth. I could already imagine kissing his plump lips.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hi,” my voice quivered. “Where are you from?”
“South Africa,”…