For me, one of the most providential things that has happened was taking a trip to Scotland eleven years ago with my family (sons and husband). I was a Protestant then, and knew nothing about Catholicism. I booked a five-day stay in a farmhouse B&B on one of the Protestant Islands in the Western Isles, since my Gaelic language teacher has said that the Island was very religious, and I wanted to talk to other Christians. Well, as it turned out, folks there didn't really have an interest in discussing religion, and I was disappointed.
But then on our last night's stay in Scotland before heading down to England, we found a B&B in an area near Edinburgh called Newtongrange. It took several hours of hunting for an available room for all of us, since it was during the Fringe Festival, and rooms were scarce. After several hours of searching (we thought we might have to sleep in the car) we were thankful to find a room. The old house was owned by an older couple, and we were invited to have a beer in the garden with the owner. He was quite a character, and we had a delightful conversation. And then he asked about our religion. I can't now recall what we told him, but he said that he was Catholic. He then proceeded to talk about Catholicism in a way that caused me to realize that he truly loved his religion, and was serious about it. He especially talked about the BVM, of whom I knew nothing. He then told us that his home was built on a site of a very old church, and that a few steps of the stairs from the old church were all that was left of it. So he took us to the side of his house and showed us the old stone stairs. And then he did something I'll never forget: he bent down and ran his hand over one of the steps and said..."can you imagine how many feet must have passed over these steps?" Somehow that stuck in my mind, and I thought about it a lot. Finally, someone in Scotland has an interest in talking about religion - and he was a Catholic, of all things! So this, along with seeing a placard of a saint in a shopping mall in Glasgow, is what helped me to look into Catholicism when I got back home.