Europe Bombs and Divine Interventions

We were a newly married couple and some of my husband's relatives lived in England and some in France. We would take the hovercraft from Dover, UK to Calais, France and visit my husband's relatives in their home. A hovercraft is like a ferry and cars can go on and it has wheels that roll off land and then has inflation and tucks away the wheels to float like a boat on water. It was really fascinating each time I rode on it. Now they have the undersea tunnel called the 'Chunnel." You really can't see anything but I hear there are stops made with shops and have yet to see that.

It was the time my Beloved was a fashion designer just relocated and trying to make it in UK and France was where he'd buy his supplies to create high end custom jewelry and belts. I was his model but very shy and we would take train, bus, etc. to any area and try to model his items for consignment in high end boutiques. He was featured in a magazine a shoppe center where the Queen of England used to shop across the street from Harrods.

Upon arriving in Paris. It was a crowded place and dogs and their marks were everywhere. There where bread and pastry shops everywhere you turned and cafes. My first taste of escargot and some pate's were amazing. The Algerian foods were amazing and so was steak tartare and bouillabaisse (seafood soup) and crepes galore were amazing. The cuisine in the countrysides were so delicious and the Notre Dame, Eiffel Tower, and Champs Elyssee' were so beautiful. We even took a Bateaux Mouche which are boats that have tours on the different canals like the River Seine to see monuments and sites to see on foot.

The purpose of this trip was my husband had to go to France for more supplies. It was time for me to get some affordable and fashionable suits as well for my office work back at the Greater Los Angeles Jewish Federation. We went into a shop and it was scary because there were bombs going off here and parcels left in the last few weeks. I went and tried on suits but felt an eerie feeling and something about staying away from garbage cans and leaving soon. My husband didn't understand why the urgency. We saw at subway entrances and subways armed guards with machine guns because of terrorist attacks. It was time to leave and a voice said do not go near any garbage cans and I wanted to go home. An hour later; a bomb in the shop had gone off and had blown a woman's leg off. This was a picture featured in 'Time" magazine in the 80s.

After the next day; there were a few more sites to visit. I wanted to stay home because if we left our luggage or bag of supplies alone and walked away; people would run away thinking it was a bomb. At some points, military guards were choosing people to pick off the train and question for papers. It was Sunday, I was unusually tired and didn't want to go out at a cafe in an area my niece suggested to go to. We didn't go and my niece commented that it was good I insisted not to go after hearing the news report that that cafe was the one where 2 USA American soldiers died and some others from a bomb planted there. It was surely divine intervention.

Listening to this intervention and straight to the point voice is important not to dismiss. After a day or two just hanging out at my husband's relative's home and cooking for them a few times; it was time to go back to England and prayed we were safe onwards. As you can we we are here today so all was good.