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... you are staying with friends it is quite awkward when the night is winding down and you say, "Thank you so much for such a great evening! This has been wonderful! Would it be alright if I stayed up with the lights on and write 500 words about you and everything we did today?"
So allow me, dear reader, to recount a few quick highlights from the past few days.
FRIDAY: Olympia, WA
Mara and I ran in the morning outside of Centralia, WA, ...
... Valley, OR lies 175 miles from Winnemucca or 81 miles from Boise, ID has a population of 181 souls. The lush valley and Jordan creek made the area ideal for cattle and sheep. People in those occupations typically live far from town at their homesteads but use Jordan Valley as their economic and culture center. The general area was once mined for gold and silver. In fact, gold was found in Jordan Creek in 1863.
The Basque people have ...
... and only Carl’s Junior hamburger joint where we stopped for a an obnoxious burger, dropped off the RV and was shuttled back to our hotel by Apollo.
Our friends from Auckland, Alf and Margaret joined us at our hotel. We decided the restaurant in the hotel didn’t look so hot so we walked to the four star hotel neighbors where we had a fine meal. At 10 PM we bid our friends goodbye, thanking them for their prior hospitality and called for a five AM ...
I'm warming up for my trip with (typical) lots of planning, but also a good book. I'll Never Be French by one Mark Greenside is set in Brittany, a rare departure from the predictable English and American forays into Paris and Provence. It starts out in 1991, just two years before I first lived in Normandy, so the french franc is still alive and no one is doing anything on a smart phone.
Here's one of my favorite passages so far:
"We get ...
... vaguely remember some kind of conversation between us, although I am drifting in an out of sleepiness. I recall her asking me what time I was up until and me replying to that and I also recall her saying something about all I needed to do was press the button on the coffee maker and my coffee would make itself because she knew that "I liked to be pampered.” Then I think she went outside to have a smoke, but I can’t be sure. I open one eye and lift ...