You may have luck, but I am the luckiest of them all.

I believe that good things happen to good people. I believe that bad things happen to good people. I believe that all things happen to all people.

That being said, there are a few people who seem to exist outside of the rules. One such person was Gustavo- for those of you who've met him, maybe you remember the time that a bush next to him was struck by lightening while he was unscratched. Or the time that he noticed his bike was broken and found a wrench on the ground to tighten things up. Or the time his flip-flop broke and there was literally another shoe unclaimed on the sidewalk next to him. Or the time that his bike was stolen, but it was ok because someone gave him a saxophone an hour later. I've mostly just heard the stories, but when you meet him you can feel something in his aura that is different. Perhaps it's because he himself is carefree. I don't know exactly, but I do know that the world WORKS for Gustavo, and I am ok with that, because Gustavo will also work for the world.

Now, I wouldn't say that the world works for me like it does for Gustavo, but there is a hint in that direction. When I was little, I won almost every drawing that I entered my name into (perhaps to my mother's displeasure... seeing as I won things like a GIANT stuffed Penguin ((Lindsy- remember that???)) from the mall). But my luck didn't end with stockings and gas cards and stuffed birds, it's continued in more substantial ways in adulthood. I've certainly gotten lucky with the people that I've met while traveling (luck: possibly saving my life). I've caught the right person's eye at KU events to get shirts thrown directly at me in the size I want, I've happened to sing the right chicken-egg-development song to the right person landing me a job with KUUB, I've asked the right stranger for directions and ended up making a life-long friend.

And today? Today I had a much more Gustavo like experience. I woke up and had a gorgeous bikeride around Bled and was really pushed by a friend of mine to keep going further. I decided to stop by the grocery store on the way home, although I was worried about how to carry the jar of fefferonis home. Was it a problem? No way. Why? Because I saw some lady with samples. Of chocolate. And not just any chocolate! The very chocolate that I was hoping to find one of these days (because my sweet student Dejan gave me a bar of Honey-chocolate to give to my parents. But they already left, so I said I would try it and send the other half to them... but then I couldn't, because it was DELICIOUS (sorry 'rents)). I took a sample (obviously) and the woman asked me if I liked it. I said it was incredible, and she said... you know, if you buy 3 bars, I will give you this bag.

So now, I am home with all of my groceries, 3 bars of the best chocolate I've ever tasted, and a beautiful hemp grocery bag which I can use to carry my teacher stuff around.
Life is good.