I was eighteen when I first went abroad. I was to participate in a competition, for which I ended up traveling close to 24-hours almost nonstop, until I ended up at my destination, quite worn out. Arrangements had been made for me to stay with a family, a wonderful lady and her two equally likeable daughters, and all three of them had turned up at the airport to meet me. We exchanged greetings, they bundled me into their car, and we set off towards their home.
Small talk - the drippy weather, the bumpy flight, the dim chance of it clearing up within the day - ensued. And then, all of a sudden, as we stopped at a traffic signal, waiting for the light to turn green, one of the girls said, "Do you ha...Read More