Parents Day 22

Friday

Craig and I piled into the car early. Our first stop was at the local cheese and bread shop. Breakfast, eaten in the car, consisted of Gorgonzola for me, Roquefort for him, and a fancy French brie-like cheese—Epoisses—smeared on a huge country loaf. Second stop was for coffee, where we took photos of the giant ram by the highway.

Third stop was after following a little maze of signs, off one of the highway exits, which led us to a man in a cart selling cherries which, he assured me, his dad grows on a farm, forty kilometers to the east. We feasted like kings.

I was home by noon, and Mom and Dad and I went to the Bronte Bistro, where Dad finally got a good steak. Mom and Dad had been kind enough to do the laundry while I was gone, and we had a quiet evening in.