"Right times, right places and right persons don't necessarily look perfect as long as they feel right," my dad once told me. I am a daddy's girl and so I believe whatever he says.

I thought a "right time" would include a tipsy 3 AM with conversations about smoking, alcohol, scars, tattoos, dead friends and far-away families.

I thought a "right place" would include a foreign busy street with indifferent strangers and hearing them speak with fancy and incomprehensible tongues. No...