Last July I reported that after leaving Xalapa on my drive North to the USA I came upon a fellow flagging me down as he was sitting by the side of the road next to six large bags. I stopped and he explained that he needed to take his bags, filled with plants he harvested from the surrounding forest, to Martinez de la Torre for sale as landscaping plants. We loaded the bags, which were really heavy and off we went to deliver his harvest.
Today as I was closing the parking lot gate after returning from my trip to Cofre de Perote a fellow approached me and indicated that we had met some months ago on the highway between Perote and Martinez de la Torre. Though I didn’t recognize hm I did remember the incident.
So here, in a city of 600,000, thirty miles from where we met we had a chance encounter.