When I heard that Osama bin Laden had been killed in Abbottabad in Pakistan. I was, to say the least, surprised. Mason and I spent a night in Abbottabad in July 2007 while on Vacation in and around Islamabad. Our guest house had the most awesome bed we have slept in to-date. And I got bitten by a spider in the middle of the night and had an egg-sized bump on my forehead for a day or so. My lasting impression of Abbottabad was thinking how much it was like Tuscany, red tile roofs dotted among green hillsides. It has a pretty church which was being renovated while we were there. The lonely planet entry reads “Abbottabad, Hazara’s head-quarters and biggest town, was founded as a British garrison town in the 1850s and still possesses a colonial-era flavor. The shady gardens and wide streets in the Cantonment evoke the 19th century, and it’s not unusual to hear church bells or a military band.” Of all the places I’ve visited in Pakistan, this is not one of those that I could have imagined a precision US strike on the “world’s most wanted man.” The world is full of surprises.