When I moved to France in 2007 for an eight-month stint as a high school English teacher, I had already chatted with Stephanie via Facebook because we'd both been placed in the same city -- Angers. We formally met one afternoon in the central plaza, where she introduced me to Becca, whom she'd just met at a regional orientation and who was living in Nantes, a 40-minute train ride away. We'd only been teaching for a week and were already due for our first vacation.
Welcome. To. France.
Less than a minute into our conversation, we were planning our first trip:
Becca: "So, for the October break, Steph and I were thinking we'd like to go to Greece. Are you in?"
Me: "Sign me up."
That evening, I was texting Steph my credit card number so that she could book my flight.