a perfect 24 hours....

I had returned home late Sunday night from my visit with Bruno and then our visit with friends in East Wenatchee. We had a good time and we grazed none stop on foods to the point of being in agony. You know there is some food that is so good that even the most rational refuses to stop stuffing their face. Sunday turned out to be a wonderful day indeed...We ate breakfast at Sandy's waffle house in Leavenworth,Wa. A short walk from the hotel. The staff kind and swift with even the smallest of needs. We spoke to Sandy the owner we explained Bruno had lived in the Village for some twenty years and was wondering about an old lady hubby use to live next to. There was some question if she was still alive ( over 90 ) and Sandy rounded up a phone book and found that yes indeed she was listed. Bruno asked if we might use the phone and ring her up...Sandy happily gave us the phone and Bruno called and waited for what seemed like a great deal of time. Rosetta said hello in her sweet Tennessean drawl and we asked if we might pop in for a visit. We walked the few minutes to her little home and sat in old comfy chairs awhile hearing stories that she had of her family, who was doing what who had died. Her voice is one that you can find yourself lost in ...her stories of the Tennessee hills and you find yourself a hundred years in the past. The walls were covered with family photos, the tables too are covered with them along with cards and letters. There across from me hung a photo with 9 men and two little children, dirty faced, overalls , old hats and tools, half of them clad in overalls. When asked about the photo she said that the little boy was her daddy..The photo was over a 100 years old set in front of an old cabin in some haller. Another a photo of her folks sitting in chairs some place in front of the old family homestead, taken just before her mum had died. We had to leave all too soon but promised to return again soon.

We checked out of the hotel and headed to Wenatchee...To visit more friends. Jose and Richardo two of Brunos friends. Now I know Jose pretty well but I have only met Richardo a few times ( less than 5 times) and then only for a few minutes. Bruno on the other hand has watched the kids grow up and known the family forever. The kids surrounded me with questions and such, asked about photos..and the next thing I know we had my laptop out and looked at tons of photos of our farm of the house and all the animals. The kids played on the puter while the guys fixed the window on my SUV and then we where called to eat..again the food being so good that we are yet again too full to do anything but want to nap. I have never felt more at home than I did Sunday. It was late and both Bruno and I each had long drives to do. By the time I left it was heading towards 7pm and I would not be home before 10 pm. Yesterdays photo is of Jose, Adriana and her little sister, Diana...Richardo's kids are wonderful fun, polite and smarter than most kids that I know. So I am looking forward to returning to visit friends who made me feel like a part of their family. Life is good...