I clapped my hands and bounced up and down in the seat. Sagittarians aren't famous for their ability to hold anything back—especially when it comes to the good stuff. "Really? Where in Europe?" Besides, Sag is the sign that most loves far-off places, foreign maps, and accents. Needless to say, I couldn't have been more delighted—especially since that Sag Sun  was also in my Ninth House, the place in our charts that Sag owns.

"Switzerland, Germany, Amsterdam and Paris," he answered. "I seem to remember you sayin' once that you wanted to have your picture taken in front of the Eiffel Tower—right? Well, you're gonna—and I'm gonna snap it for you."

I smiled and settled back against the seat, then impulsively reached for Jupiter and kissed his cheek. I'd said that years ago. I was touched that he remembered. "Thanks, darlin." I snuggled up against him, trying not to sneeze. He had far too much aftershave on, and his jacket smelled like cigars. And beer. And wine. And something else I couldn't quite identify. Ah, well. He hugged me back, grinning widely as the driver winked at him in the rear-view mirror.

As we pulled up by the sky-cap, I wondered how we were going to do all that in one day, then decided not to wonder about anything. I was with Jupiter, my favorite planetary uncle, about to board a plane for a wonderful journey. It was time to let go and let the universe handle the details. He eased his big body out of the back seat with remarkable grace and handed the driver two $100 bills—for a $57 dollar fare. The driver began to explain that he didn't have change for a bill that large, since we were his first fare of the day. Jupiter slapped him on the back a bit too hard and said, "Keep the change, my man. Think of this as your lucky day."

The cabby pumped Jupiter's hand vigorously. In between thank-yous he mentioned that his wife was pregnant, so he was very grateful. No, they were very grateful. At that, Jupiter took a huge wad of bills from his pocket, handed him three more hundreds, and told him they were going to have a beautiful baby.

The cabby was dumb-struck. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. He laughed once, then hopped into his car quickly—probably afraid that this generous benefactor would change his mind. I stood there smiling, wondering if he knew just how "lucky" he had been.

I took Jupiter's arm and we went into the airport. There was no line to check in, of course—another thing I knew I was going to love about traveling with Jupiter—and the young woman who called out "Next, please," had a great big smile on her face. "Where are you traveling to today?"

"Switzerland, darlin'," Jupiter answered. "Want to go?"

The girl laughed. "Actually, I'll be an attendant on that flight, so yes, I'll go."

Jupiter was delighted. "Great, honey! We're gonna have a ball!" She smiled up at him and began typing our names into the computer terminal in front of her. Jupiter had arranged electronic tickets—through Mercury, I was willing to bet—and she found our names immediately. I had to laugh when she raised an eyebrow at the name he'd chosen: Mr. Guy Huge. I knew she was thinking about how oddly appropriate that was, and Jupiter did, too. He winked at me, and I laughed. They didn't call Jupiter the ruler of laughter for nothing—he was a born comedian.

"How many bags will you be checking?" she asked. Before I could even try to answer, Jupiter had it handled.

"No bags, honey. We'll buy what we need when we get there."

The attendant smiled, glanced at me, and as she handed Jupiter our tickets, said, "Must be your lucky day."

I smiled back. "You have no idea," I said. I took his arm and looked up at him affectionately.

Jupiter told the girl that he'd see to it she got that raise she'd asked for, and we left. She stared after us smiling as we turned toward the gate.

Our next adventure was walking through security. A large woman in a neat uniform handed Jupiter a plastic basket, and asked him to empty his pockets of change and take off his watch. He obliged, tossing not just the one wad of bills I'd already seen into the basket, but a second one from his other pocket as well. The woman's eyes widened. "Oh, you don't…have…to…um, do that, sir…paper money won't set off the detector."

"Whatever, baby," he answered. "Never let it be said that I'm not cooperative." She laughed out loud and let us pass. Jupiter turned back to her after he'd passed through the metal detector without a hitch. "You have yourself a great day, young lady."

"And you two have a great time," she answered. I knew she was fighting off the urge to hug him, and so did Jupiter.

He winked at her, with that great big perpetual grin on his face. "I'm sure we will," he answered, making quite a show of extending his arm to me.

I had to agree. We hadn't even gotten on the plane yet, and I was already having a wonderful time. It certainly was my lucky day….

Next Week: Flying to Europe with Jupiter—First Class, of Course

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