Arlene is the cook in the family. Hands down, no doubt about it, she can cook. I, on the other hand, go for simple fair. I always get a tad nervous about what to fix when she comes to my house. This is what we had tonight. Pico de gallo (avocado, onion, cilantro, tomato, and lime juice), and black beans with onions and pepper jack cheese. No need to be nervous--Arlene agreed, it was delish.
After dinner we sat at the computer and looked at maps of southern France and Italy. We are going in 2012! We used to say "someday we'll travel to Europe together." We finally realized that "someday" would never come unless we started putting money aside. Three years ago we opened a savings account together and have faithfully put a little in each month. It's amazing how just a little grows when it's left alone.I am so excited to see Katie. It's been toooo long! But she's out of school now and only working two jobs, so she has some time off. Nate, on the other hand, got a call that he was leaving for Alaska earlier than expected. He flew out this morning. :-( He thought he wasn't leaving until Saturday and would get to spend some time with us too. I am going to miss that kid. He won't be back until late October.
So...a road trip with my big sister...just like the good ol' days when our kids were young. Except now we can go where WE want to go and not worry about entertaining anyone else!
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"My father always promised us that we would live in France. We'd go boating on the Seine, and I would learn to dance . . . ."
I envy you Europe. It's been too long. I envy you a sister, even more. I wish I had one.
My kids and I have been to Italy and my sister has been to Japan. This will be our first big trip together. I hope someday to plan a trip with my youngest sister as well, but she still has four young children at home. She's in a different place in life than we are.
It's the UK for me, although I have traveled many other places. The first time was Ex, my Dad, my beloved stepmom (for whom I wear the pink ribbon, may she rest in peace and joy) and me for 6 weeks. I'm STILL laughing. Ex is ex, Londa is dead, Dad is old, and I'm still laughing.
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