The strangest thing happened today. There is a Italian guy at work called Andrea, whom I spoke to for the first time today because he enrolled in my French class. In the French class, today we had to describe our hometowns, and he told me he had been to Chapel Hill-- in fact, he had taken a year in the US in a little town called Wenatchee, and his host family there had a daughter who had gone to college at UNC. Good heavens! He knows Heather!