My sister Anita and I headed out one brisk morning last November to a coffee shop in Kalona, Iowa.
Just as we walked up to the door, I saw the smiling face of my cousin Eve coming around the corner.
We settled in for some cozy mocha breve’s.
“It’s too bad your café in Malta is closed now”, I said. “I was planning to come over there and help you out!”
“Are you serious?”, she said, “Because we need someone to re-open it.”
And that’s how I ended up on this flight to Malta.