Naturally, I asked him about it. I mean, the same name as my great-grandfather – what are the chances?
We chatted about where he’s from, where my great-grandfather Braulio was from, and the origins of their shared name.
I wasn’t smart enough to take a selfie with the college-y looking Braulio (although I might try in the future).
But, I can say I met a Braulio. At Trader Joe’s.
While I’d love to claim I’d found my Braulio, it’s far too early for “mission accomplished.” Maybe it was a sign of some kind. Maybe my breakthrough is coming.