It’s a small world sometimes!
Yesterday while running some errands, someone called out to me in the parking lot, “Which Gig Harbor?”. Huh? Then I remembered that I was wearing a Gig Harbor Volleyball shirt that Cindy’s sister Sandy had given to me (she’s a P.E. teacher and volleyball coach at Gig Harbor High School). I responded with “The one in Washington?”, trying to think if there were any others. So that’s how I met a fellow expat Northwesterner, now living on a sheep farm an hour north of Auckland!
(Reminds me of my other small-world experience, when in a market in London, someone behind me said, “Pardon me old chap, do you know the way to McGilvra School?” - McGilvra School having been the elementary school I attended as a child - turns out to have been neighbors from back in Seattle!)