Monday June 30, 2003

	Omen
	The address in the phone book was for the cooking school (ahem... Culinary Institute) itself, on a hilltop at the end of the road. While I scouted for signs of staff or students able to direct us to their restaurant, Mare waited in the car where his totem appeared to him at only 5 meters distance. (his last name sounds like Reynard, the fox.) He decided it was a good omen.