Half Glasses

When ever I travel I wonder what adventures I will have. Some I plan and some are out of my control. We stopped in Detroit first to visit my family before going on to Europe. My sister whom I love dearly, but has an attraction to accidents, unknowingly knocked my glasse off the shelf and stepped on them. By some miracle the lenses stayed intact, but half the feames were completely shattered. She was very apologetic, of course, asking me where I had purchased my frames. A little numb I said 'SPAIN. So since we only had two before we were to leave for Paris, it became pretty important to find me a new pair of glasses. After two antique stores and one flea market we found new frames that my old lenses fit into perfectly. Here's the irony. My new glasses work better than the old ones. Half full ,half empty. Doesn't it depend on how you look at it?
Kent