I met Linda and Mike late one night at the San Diego Airport, they were holding up a sign with name quickly scribbled across it. That was the day I started my student exchange year in southern California. Fast forward eight years, after the WPPI, I ended up at Mike and Linda’s place for almost a month. I got to bunk again with my oldest couple of friends, drinking wine, watching basketball and eating pizza.
One evening I took them out the Hotel del Coronado and to the beach. This was the place where those two lovebirds got married more than 35 years ago. I can’t express how happy I am to call them my friends, and it was an honour to watch them fool around like teenagers.
-Johannes F. Räbel