Last fall I went on a wedding photography conference in Stockholm, which turned out to be pretty epic. Not only because of the inspiration I got from the speakers, but mainly thanks to all the crazy people I met. When Nordica announced that there would be a sequel in Rome, I signed up straight away.
I don't go on these kind of trips with massive expectations. The speakers can be hit or miss. The weather can be summer or shit. But it's always an adventure to hang out with new and old faces in a new city, and you can never predict what will come your way.
This trip was no exception. Not only did something unexpected happen, it was probably the most unexpected thing I have experienced and ever will experience.
After day 2 of speeches, me and my awesome travel companions Anna and Beatrice went back to our Airbnb flat to have a shower and prepare for the evening. Outside our building, fiddling with the keys, I look back and see a guy ride past on a bike. He looks at me, I look at him... Maxime?!
In 2009, I spent a summer on Gotland, where I got to know a French guy who lived and worked at the same place as me. Maxime! I hadn't seen or talked to him since, and now we stumble across each other on the streets of Rome! I didn't even know he had lived in Italy for the last three years!