Harvey, the hubby, was talking to us about house numbers one day after mum inquired about our address: we were number 1, he informed us on the second to last day of our stay. Not that it was his obligation – it was completely ours but we’d never bothered to find out so we had asked him what his number was and figured it out from there. As he told us his address, number 4, he stopped and stewed in his thoughts for a second. Then he looked down at us in the pool (yes, we were there again – business meeting) and said, “Isn’t the number 4 unlucky in China?” Since I’d just spent some time in China, I thought back to what I’d learned while I was there, and indeed, the number 4 was unlucky, Harvey. So if the number 4 was unlucky, then what number was considered lucky in China? 8, the number 8. I don’t know if the lightbulb moment I was experiencing lit up my face but it sure inspired me to take a hearty gulp of my drink. Now that I thought about it, that explained my sister’s uncannily close relationship with luck. Date born: 8/8/86. I guess the only way you could be more set-up to travel with Lady Luck would be to be born on this date in 1988, nevertheless, she has luck aplenty to deal with. My dad says she was born under lucky stars, that’s all, but I’m starting to think that this “8” business has something to do with it.