I'm flying the astral plane again today.

I was writing up stories from a medical conference going on in Barcelona. I had a story on in Word up the iPhone when my Uber driver mentioned that his daughter-in-law was a microbiologist who at that moment was flying home from Barcelona.

Last night after following news coverage of the Spanish government’s brutal crackdown on the independence referendum voting  going on in Barcelona, I posted about my thinking out loud about my great-grandmother having come from Barcelona. I wrapped up that post with the words “go Barca,” that being the nickname of FC Barcelona, the city’s famous soccer team of which I’m a fan.  

This morning’s Uber driver? You got it. Barca jersey. I really am the fourth prince of Serendip. Shit happens to me.