On Wednesday the 11th I left Devinska and headed into Bratislava to catch a bus which would deliver me to the Vienna airport in under an hour. I had made a dry run the day before and calculated the route and schedule of commuter bus that would deliver me to the bus terminal for the one o’clock departure for the airport. As I waited at the bus stop in Devinska, what had been a “Scottish Mist” quickly turned into a drizzle. I was getting wet and the bus was not coming. But I have a guardian angel always at my side and this time it was in the form of dear friend, Maria Dojčakova.
I called her asking her to please order a taxi for me. It turned out that my taxi was Maria in her reliable little red Peugeot. It was such a good feeling to see her smiling face through the windshield and she delivered me in perfect time to the bus terminal. I am so blessed and grateful. My flight from Vienna to Geneva went smoothly although I was a little concerned that I did not have much time to connect from the flight to a train ride which would deliver me to Lyon. But once again an angel appeared. A lovely young woman, named Petra, living in Lausanne, came to the rescue as did Easy Jet. The flight was 15 minutes early and Petra cut through the crowds like a hot knife in butter. She delivered me to the train platform and I was on my way. My dear friend, Jochen was working so I was on my own. I took a taxi from the train station and found myself in the same neighbourhood where I had been a little over two years ago. I dumped my suitcase and went looking for dinner. The buildings all looked familiar and I found myself in front of the Brasserie des Ecoles. It was a venue that Jochen and I had frequented on numerous occasions and I recalled that the food was good. Is the food ever “not good” in France, especially in Lyon, its gourmet capital? The sign on the door said open until 23:00 and the tables and chairs on the terrace
had been put to rest for the night but patrons were still entering and not being refused. It was well after closing time when I left and walked past a trompe d’oeil, which I remembered from my last visit to Lyon and specifically to this area, Crooix Rousse. Now it was time to call it a day. I went to sleep with appreciation and gratitude in my heart, fully convince that tomorrow will bring more miracles into my life. And Thursday morning was a bright sunny day so while Jochen was still sleeping i went off to take a picture of that amazing mural which I had passed last night. I wanted to take a picture of it and I
was not alone. In the evening Jochen and I picked up Gunnar Klein, a dear friend of mine, living in Munich but who had spent some time in Vancouver, which is where I met him. We drove around the city to show Gunnar some of the sights but unfortunately it was already dark. Then we went to another lovely Brasserie
and had yet again some fabulous food. There was duck and pork belly as well as fish quenelles smothered in lobster sauce and all of it was washed down by some unforgettable French wine. The meal ended with smooth crème caramel and tarte tatin. A quick trip in the car and we were at Jochen’s lovely apartment where we enjoyed a chilled glass of Freixenet and Merci chocolates. The finale to this memorable evening was a drive to Gunnar’s hotel where we left my dear friend until we meet again … Perhaps in Munich? Life is good … it is always filled with Miracles, which I count on!