Somewhere over Baja California I had the realization that she and I always seem to meet up in between the rest of life. When jobs ended, or travels overlapped, there we were, drawn together as though by chance, destined to pass some time together before going on to do whatever came next. Typically we would spend a few weeks somewhere, but this trip was open ended. An unspoken agreement, as neither of us had made explicit life plans on the other side. If it worked…then what? Would we move somewhere together? Start the rest of our lives? That’s what we were going to find out. This time it was México City. The last time it was Hanoi, and Rio before that. We had a thing for the tropical metropolis. Anyone can have a romantic time on a beach somewhere, but there’s something special about disappearing among millions of other people, being absorbed by the rhythm and movement of a city that has a life and pulse of its own.