The Swiss guy

As an adult, I went to a B&B in France run by my friend's father (she had dual citizenship in France and the US, her mom was American) in a town of about 500 people that required a 5 hour train ride and a 45 minute SCHOOL BUS ride from the train station (with kids). It would be considered an obscure location; it wasn't in an otherwise touristy area. Its only claim to fame was being on the "culinary tour" circuit where guests could learn traditional French cooking from the owner who was also a chef. There was only me and an older Swiss couple (that spoke English) staying there. At breakfast, I chatted with my friend and the Swiss couple. The Swiss couple had found the B&B through a usual directory and weren't acquainted with the owners like I was and were not American. They were just there that day on the way to somewhere else and weren't partaking in any sort of culinary tour or whatever. Turns out, the man of the couple worked for the same company as my father (Seagate) at one of its European offices and routinely met up with my dad on business trips in Singapore. My dad had talked about the "tall, bearded Swiss guy" a few times in stories where he and this guy looked simply ridiculous walking around as two tall white dudes (he was 6'7" I think). He was my dad's main dude on business trips for years and years.