I was traveling with my Dad in Lisbon, his first European trip, and we came across a sax player. We stopped for a minute to listen. Just as I was ready to move on, my Dad got comfortable in his stance. Once the song ended, the musician asked my Dad about his hat. He was wearing an Oregon Beavers hat (a huge embarrassment for me) and the player was born and raised in Vancouver, Washington just across the river. We talked to this worldly musician for a few minutes and my Dad got some saw playing tips. When I travel I try to look like a local so as not to draw attention but my Dad taught me that sometimes it can aid you in making connections to fascinating people.