As always, I was nervous as hell driving in the city. By a stroke of luck I saw the McDonald's where I was supposed to stop. Of course I had to backtrack, go in an exit, get honked at, and have an 8 year-old kid give me a gesture. A miracle from God gave me a parking place on the street. After all that my friend M emerged with a flag, broken umbrella, and a smile from ear to ear—a wonderful welcoming committee of one!