Jae visited me for the first time in Europe in April of 2000. First I thought I had lost her at the airport. My French is not fantastic, but I am absolutely positive that I went to the gate the "helpful" woman at the counter told me to go to. And there was no Janice.

More than an hour later, I found her standing quite sensibly at the "Meeting Point". Her only question to me was "Where was I going to go?"

I introduced Jae to Paris by marching her from the Bastille to the Eifel Tower after she had not slept in about 2 days.