In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Stranded.”
If I am stranded in a foreign place with no money and no friends, just for a day, what do I do? I love that idea. Fortunately, I have traveled solo enough to know the truth behind the proverb that God watches over babes and pilgrims.
First, do I know where I am? If I don’t, I want to find out to see if I know someone. To do that, I would go into a store or shop of some kind and ask if the person working speaks English. If there is no shop, I would approach a group of women. Women, because I’m a woman and maybe they can relate, but a group so they feel safety in numbers. By and large, people are fundamentally good, and willing to help others.
If I don’t know anyone, I would explore. Again, I would ask people about things a visitor should see.
What about food or money? That’s trickier. In my conversations with locals, it may be offered. (Again, the kindness of strangers) though you don’t talk to folks expecting that.
I would probably ask about a church or soup kitchen. I would definitely ask for water, if nothing else all day.
Above all, I would make the most of an unusual situation, and come back with a great story.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 
I recall a day I stopped off in the city of Norwich,UK. I wanted a particular street, something like ‘Market Chare’ or similar, so I asked a guy I was passing on the pavement. He stared aggressively, stepped back as if I was about to hit him, and demanded: “What do you mean by that?”
I cannot figure out what he thought I said. That was more than thirty years ago, and I’ve never forgotten.
I wonder what he heard you say!?