Grandmère and Grandpère took me out for dinner tonight, an early celebration of my natal festivity (since Jane R ratted me out - hey, everybody, Jane's birthday is at the end of this week too). It was very gracious and generous of them. We headed out to a section of town that I had not been in yet and we dined at Andrea's, a very nice northern Italian restaurant. We shared antipasto misto, then I had a spinach salad, shrimp risotto, and praline cheesecake. Mimi and I rattled on about our blog interests and GP patiently put up with both of us.Yes, there are photos, but I don't have means for download here.
Yes, we got just a little bit lost coming back, but with Mimi's navigation we found our way back and I am safely home. That is the "always an adventure" bit in the title above. I never count on following a path that is both known and intended here. Even when the streets are known there is the "turn here" or "try this" element as drivers and passengers negotiate the trip.
Guardian angels, watch over GM and GP as they journey back home tonight.
It was so nice of them to make the trip and a huge thank you! to both of them.
This morning I picked up a coworker and we headed to town to catch solemn high mass at St Anna's. Yes, Kirstin, I said hello and gave Fr. Bill a hug for you. I have photos to prove I went to church this morning also (same delay for downloading, however). The closing hymn was siyahamba and I carried on shamelessly (I hope they have stopped talking about me at the ordination in Utah by now), singing it lustily in English, Xhosa, and Spanish - clapping and bouncing about.
