Do you believe in coincidences? Bill and I feel as if we make our own luck so the same applies here. Our experience has been that when you keep a positive attitude and surround yourself with other like-minded people, your results match your expectations. A few days before we left the US, Bill telephoned Air France just to confirm that Heather’s reservation was in order since our own online record showed only the two of us as travelers. Can you guess the name of the telephone reservation agent who helped Bill? Her name was Heather. We had nothing to worry about.

At the Atlanta airport while waiting for our flight to Paris to depart, we went for a late lunch at the same restaurant we always go before a European trip. We had the good fortune of meeting our dear English friends, Pete and Gaynor, there two years ago so naturally we wanted to keep with tradition. We also figured that getting something to eat and drink might calm our fears about Heather’s upcoming overnight flight. Can you guess the name of the server who took care of us? Her name was Heather. We had nothing to worry about.

In a recent previous post you read about what happened when we showed up at our house just to have a quick look around the day before we were supposed to be staying there—the landlords came by to make sure that the heat was on and all was ready for our arrival the next day. After they left and Bill and I were locking up, the neighbor across the street happened to be leaving his house and we all said “bonjour”. At that point I recognized him as the owner of the small specialty grocery store, three blocks away, where we anticipate buying our daily baguette. I had already formulated the conversation he and I would have about how we had just moved into a house near his store and therefore we were “neighbors”. Who knew that we would be living across the street from each other bringing even more meaning to that word. Just a coincidence, I guess.