
By the time we got home from the aforementioned reunion down in Pescadero my diaphram ached from so much laughing. It was a wonderful reunion, filled with the same esprit as the original trip. We talked, walked, laughed, ate, drank, laughed some more, and started thinking about yet another trip, perhaps to Italy. Betty and Bob (seated on the couch) have taken a house in Mexico for a month. A little village north of Puerto Vallerta. We plan to visit with them. We stayed in a charming B & B in Pescadero, McCormick Inn. Absolutely delightful. High recommendation.
Now the hard part starts. We leave tomorrow for San Diego and the memorial for my sister. We'll be gone for a week, but I will take the trusty LapMac to keep in touch. I think all the details have been seen to. We can all be together to talk and reminisce and laugh and cry. I hope there will be more laughter, however. We all have good memories to share.
2 comments:
Thinking of you all, dear Susan.
Loved this post and you'll be on my mind these next few days. Glad you are taking the LapMac, writing heals.
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