Maybe a bit late and long, but the circumstances that occurred to get my parents together are pretty nuts.
It all started when my grandparents won a free trip to Fiji back in the 70's through a certain German candy company (Haribo). The original flight date that the company had booked for them collided with my grandfather's work schedule, so they managed to push the date to 6 months in the future. The trip took them too Calgary first, where my dad, 24 at the time, was also headed, ultimately wanting to go to Saskatoon to try his hand in Agriculture Studies. In the check-in line to that flight, dad overheard my grandparents speaking to each other in their South German dialect, and having went to a private school in that region years prior, he understood the dialect and struck up a conversation. Dad eventually ended up sitting with them, and they all drank beer and smoked and just had a great time. Once the plane landed, they exchanged phone numbers and parted ways.
Flash forward to 3 years later, my dad is in Germany visiting his girlfriend of the time, who happens to live in the exact same town as my grandparents. He realizes this, finds their phone number that he had written down so long ago, and calls them up. They're excited to hear from him and invite him over. Now my mom at the time was 17, my parents are 11 years apart, but if you think this story ends here, you're out of luck. She was headed out on a date that very evening, and as she heads out opens the door for my dad, they greet each other briefly, and she leaves. Dad has a good night drinking and smoking as per German tradition, and heads back to Canada sometime in the next month.
My mom's story starts at 23, when she decided to quit her job at the local bookstore and go on a world tour. She started off in Fiji, hearing what her parents had to say about the place intrigued her. After spending 5 months in Fiji, with plenty of crazy stories to tell, she planned on going to Virginia to visit an old pen-pal. Mind you, it's the end of July at the time, and anyone from Virginia or the south states in general will tell you why that's not the best idea to come visit. Her friend tells her this, (although I'm rather curious if this was in fact the real reason or if her friend had some other sort of dilemma, because come on, you just spent 5 months in Fiji how bad could Virginia in August be) and she advises that mom go find some one else to spend a few months with. Mom calls parents, asking for contacts, and they realize 'Oh shit we know that dude in Saskatoon'. She comes in contact with him, and my dad tells her it'd be totally fine if she came for a bit, he was living in Regina now though. And well, if you're from Germany and it's the mid 80's, when the fuck have you ever heard of Regina. Pretty intrigued to check this, what mom assumed to be, a small country town in the middle of Canada out, she flew over. She's remarked to me that when she was flying over the flat plains of Saskatchewan, she told herself "two weeks, no more"...
But that'd didn't work out so well. After about a month of living together they realized they were pretty damn compatible, and after about 2 years got married. What made them stay here, as they've told me, is the feeling of freedom you get with so much open land.
The rest is history.