Oh , I got one for ya. met my husband at a thanksgiving day feast my horse trainer ( and best friend) was going to ,at her parents house in LA. I was divorced, and this was sort of a set up with a distant cousin from Switzerland that was a chef.She thought I had enough time licking my wounds and needed a fresh start. My pony at the time had cancer of the paridal bone , ( long story, and that pony was AWSOME) and I had put her down, so i didnt want to go anywhere.... but thanksgiving morning she called and said " get your butt down here and have a glass of wine with me , and stop crying about your pony" well , I did , went to Oak, airport and found a 1 way flight. Told the woman sitting next to me on the flight that my friend was setting me up on a virtual sort of , date, and she thought that was very romantic, (I was still thinking about my pony). When I arrived he was in the kitchen making dinner. He seemed nice, cute little swiss mountain boy from the alps.... he made the best cauliflower in the world... he had this sauce that was out of this world, gives me goose bumps thinking about it , i love food. we fell in love, literally that weekend. I visited the sleepy little town of Brigels a few times , fell in love with the town, sold or gave away everything I owned , put my 2 chihuahuas and cat in a kennel, and the rest is history. I now live with the chihuahuas and cat , in the Swiss Alps , and also with my new American Miniature horses , 1 from florida , and the other from Chesa at Devon Creek in Nebraska ( That I LOVE, LOVE LOVE) short sweet , and NOT simple.