I always suspected that thirteen was a lucky number for me (although I'm not superstitious, really) and today confirmed it.
Paul and I were standing at the paint counter at Jorcel's, a hardware store in San Ramon, Costa Rica. I noticed the other customer at the counter because he had an interesting tattoo around his wrist. All black, sort of Art Deco, with what looked like silhouettes of monkeys hanging from a vine.
Me to Paul (in a whisper): "Look at that guy's tattoo. I think those are monkeys."
Paul: "Don't ask him."
Me: "Are those monkeys on your tattoo?"
David, an animal behaviorist who is originally from Spain, had recently moved to San Ramon after a divorce disrupted his plans to open a rehabilitation center on the Caribbean coast of Costa Rica.
Paul and I had recently moved to San Ramon from the United States, and had a permit from the government agency MINAET for a primate rehabilitation center...but no monkeys.
And David knew of a 1 1/2 year old male spider monkey in need of relocation.