My first time in the Middle East was on a seven hour layover in Doha. I was by myself and figuring it was going to be a long night when the lady who had been sitting across from me on the plane asked if I wanted to go grab a coffee. So we found a coffee shop, figured out what currency we had that they would accept, ordered white chocolate mochas and found a seat.
My new friend is from Sri Lanka, but is now living in Calgary. She was headed home for her brothers wedding and I was on my way to Kenya. We both had hours to kill and were greatful for the company. What could have been ackward small talk between strangers turned out to be constant chatter. It seemed like we were old friends. Four hours later after a night of delightful conversation, my new friend and I said our goodbyes and I headed to my gate to check in. As I sat there waiting to board the plane, one of the most beautiful sunrises I have ever seen came rising up over the runway. It was a beautiful morning in Doha, Qatar.