My Mom and Dad first met in Vienna, Austria in 1965. In 1967, both happened to be on vacation in Nuremberg, Germany a year or two later. They ran into each other on the street. Mind you, my Mom lived in Germany and my Dad lived in the USA.
Dad ended up visiting Europe again in 1968 and 1969. In 1970, Dad invited Mom to visit him in the USA. Dad lived with his parents at the time. (Had a nasty divorce and has a daughter that is severly retarted) Mom came to visit. For some odd reason, Dad asked Mom to marry him. She said yes. They were married 3 weeks later. I was born in 1973 and my little sister was born in 1976.
Here is where it gets freaky. Back when Mom originally went to Vienna, she was riding on the Orient Express and was in the same bunk car as some Gypsies. One of them read my Mom's palm while Mom was sleeping and told her when she saw.
"On this trip you are going to meet the man of your dreams. You will not know it for many years. You will move far away from home. You will have two children, but will stop at two because the second one will almost kill you."
Mom met Dad in Vienna in 1965. In 1970 they got married. She moved from Germany to the USA. She did have two children and with my sister, my Mom suffered from blood clots in her legs and we almost lost her.
It is a small world.
Tom