Dad stayed home all morning. Mom helped me grease my bike chain, then she and I had an okay lunch at fancy little deli just up the street from me. This place is overpriced, and I wonder why they are always so packed. Perhaps I am just ordering the wrong thing. They do have a nice gourmet shop, though, with cheeses and olives and meats.
At last, we hopped the taxi, got to the airport, and said goodbye. I didn’t want to go back to a sad, empty house so I walked and walked, eventually managed to find a grocery store at Central Station, and finally went home. Early to bed.
A nice recount of your parents excellant adventures! My favorites are the snorkeling with sharks and looking for crocs!
ReplyDeleteI can see your Mom and Dad heading for the estuary! They must not eat croc like we do gator here in Texas?
Love,
Uncle Mark and Aunt Renita