In order to get home, I have to take the E train towards Jamaica Center in Queens.  Many commuters take this train in this direction to get to JFK, therefore it is common to see passengers with luggage.  I once was on my way home and I encountered a family of four who was speaking a language that was foreign to me.  It was safe to assume that they were tourists on their way to the airport, since they were carrying luggage and taking pictures of trains riding parallel as the one we were on.  Intrigued,  I made sure to stand relatively close to them to try to figure out what language they were speaking and where they were going.  I noticed tied to their luggage was a paper that said Iberia Airways.  I was going to google the airline once I left the train, but to my luck I didn't have to since the mother noticed my curiosity and engaged in conversation.  To my surprise she spoke English like a true American, with no accent whatsoever.  She told me that they were speaking French, and they were taking a flight that day back to France.  I left the train feeling enlightened, feeling that there was more to life than New York City even though it may not feel that way sometimes.  I also feel that when they arrive back home, they will always remember the young New Yorker they encountered on the train.