Back in the middle ages -- oh, somewhere around 1989, I believe -- a pair of ancient antipodeans was not thinking the same thing, individually, as each went about his/her day ...

To begin with, he was plotting how he could get her up in the air ! She had no idea of this, and was blithely going about her fairly ordinary existence in happy ignorance of his plans to make her look one of her phobias in the face and beat it.

Domingo. That was what he eventually worked out. And how right he was ! He put it to her that unless they flew to Europe in the pretty near future, they were highly unlikely ever to set eyes on the tenor she adored -- who was scarcely going to come on a trip Downunder ...!
I attended a Fear of Flying course, run by the Oz Women Pilots under the auspices of Qantas, and in this fashion fell madly in love with Boeing jumbos. Which was what did the trick: I had some knowledge, and that meant a lot.
That the final course lesson was supposed to be a closely supervised flight between Sydney and Melbourne and back, which never eventuated because of the pilots' strike then raging -- all the jumbos were being used for domestic flights -- was just my bad luck. (But in fact it didn't matter, as the course had provided enough to get me through even without that final test.)
We worked like beavers trying to get tickets for Domingo performances; we had no contacts, knew no-one of any weight in the field. We just used what common sense we could find in amongst the rising excitement of the impending trip -- we liked doing all this stuff ourselves !
And I bit. Swallowed the hook, in fact.  :-)

So planning got underway. Without today's Internet's functionality available, we used an old OTC telephony product called "Minerva" -- it gave us the equivalent of a telex interface on our computer (we had only the one, back then). And, of course, we made overseas calls and sent and received faxes.
One contact we made was with a nice man named Christian Büchner, who ran a translation business in the Sydney CBD, and whose services were needed every so often for translating items coming in -- and going out.