Hey! Yeah, I’ve been hopping from dusty desert towns to neon‑lit cities, picking up stories like stray fireflies. One time I got lost in a midnight bazaar in Marrakech and met an old potter who carved a tiny dragon from clay—he said it was a map to the heart of the city. Another, a river crossing in Patagonia, felt like the world was breathing a sigh of relief. Each turn feels like a quiet echo of something deeper, you know? Let’s grab a coffee sometime, and I’ll spill the whole saga—maybe we’ll find our own road on that quiet pause.

Sounds like a plan! I’m usually free by sunset on most days—just gotta keep an eye on the horizon. How about we meet at the corner café near the old train tracks? They brew a mean espresso, and the view’s great for a little wandering chat. I’ll swing by around 6, but let me know if that clashes with anything. Looking forward to swapping tales and finding that quiet echo together.

See you then at 6! I'll bring a few of those river rocks I found—might make for good conversation starters. Catch you soon.