What are the chances that I will meet an interfaith couple and their children in the Tel Aviv Museum of Art? Percentages are very low, but many of my friends would not be surprised to hear that this happened to me.

A year ago in Israel, we were on our way to meet Yael Engelhart and her boyfriend. On our previous visit to Tel Aviv, we bought two of her photographs. Before our rendezvous we headed over to the museum for a concert at the Blumenthal Music Festival. Michael wanted to hear the flamenco group. It turns out we mixed up the dates and ended up at the children’s concert, which we decided to stay for anyway. It was precious. The dancers were outstanding and the children so spirited as they were brought up onstage to learn the steps. Who would think that a children’s concert, without our own grandchildren, would be so enjoyable!

After the concert, we ventured into the galleries where the Moshe and Sarah Mayer Collection of impressionist, fauve, and expressionist artists were on exhibit. We were in awe of this collection of 41 outstanding paintings. As we spoke to each other, a young man pushing a stroller approached and started talking to us. He is a lawyer, the first person we encountered who was not in high-tech, and told us about his work and how hard it is to live in Israel. He went on to tell us that he met his wife in London where they were both doing their master’s degrees. He volunteered that she is from Austria. That sentence resonated for me, and I begin to wonder, a Jew from Austria? Could it be? He then went to tell us where else he has also lived, which includes New York and Munich. The couple has been back in Israel for the past seven years.

He switched from the personal back to the museum and recommended we see the Archipenko Collection. Apologizing, he said he had to go meet his wife and children who were waiting for him. At that moment, his wife—a beautiful blonde woman with a magnificent smile—saw us, walked over, and we all introduced ourselves and continued talking. The children began to fidget, so she excused herself, and we all went our separate ways.

A few minutes later, she found us in the next gallery and put a paper in my hand with her email address apologizing that her husband hadn’t given us his card and saying that if we ever want tickets to the Israel Philharmonic, she would be delighted to get them for us. She shared that she was so appreciative that we had spoken with them because she is not Jewish and sometimes finds it so hard to be in Israel. I nearly fainted and went on to tell her about Love and Religion and what I do and that I would add her to my email list and she should be in touch with me with any question she might have. I look forward to reconnecting and spending time with them next time we are in Tel Aviv! What a treat to do the work I do and to find connections everywhere I go!