For my sins, I am sometimes too friendly. You can strike up a conversation with almost anyone here. That is actually one of the greatest things about New York. So this guy, he has this little cart and it’s so neatly organized, I figure the coffee and bagels must be good. They were, but that’s not the point. The point is, he is from Morocco, so we spoke french. Then, before I knew it, he was inviting me to his homeland. The ‘no thanks I love New York’, the ‘I don’t like to travel’ (not true, obviously), the subconscious ‘Dude, are you out of your mind? I just bought coffee from you! Where did that lead to me getting on a plane with you?’ Must make note to self, do not be too friendly. Or speak French. Or buy coffee and bagels from a street vendor. I guess there’s always Starbucks right?
My New York Note Book 
Oh Alysha, I laughed so much reading this one! Brilliant…in what universe did he think you would actually say yes!!