Thursday, August 20, 2015
It's been a whirlwind summer and we're culturally confused. After talking to a friend's daughter on a visit to our former home in Washington State a few weeks ago, I realize other people may be flummoxed! Do you live in Mexico on that island? You don't? But every time I look at your Facebook, you're in Mexico!
So here's the 411 for anyone else who may be confused reading my blog. We live in the Desert Southwest north of Tucson, Arizona, but we have a serious case of ants in our pants. Actually, my husband would say I have the case of ants in pants because he's perfectly content to stay at home and play pickleball and golf.
This summer we played catch up. In June/July, we had a lovely stay on Isla Mujeres pet/house sitting for a famous Canadian cat who immigrated to Mexico from Canada and now lives with his cute little Mexican lowrider dog-brother in a beautiful beach house on the Caribbean.
After returning to Arizona in mid-July, we spent a few weeks at home before flying to Washington State on a reunion trip. We lived there for twenty years and hadn't been back in the ten years since we moved.
The day after arriving, we crossed the border into Canada and drove to Whistler, B.C. to commune with the mountains, lakes, and waterfalls. Ahhhh. It was very relaxing with the exception of the Canadian toddler tumbling team that practiced in the condo above us.
Note to self. Always book top floor.
After five wonderful days in Canada of hiking, touring, and eating, we returned to the U.S. and drove to the Washington shore to spend the weekend with our son and his fiancee. I managed to work in another beach fix!
The next week was a whirlwind of visiting old friends and places with the grand finale of a dinner party with the host dressed in Bavarian lederhosen. (When he bought the lederhosen, his wife complained, "You'll never wear those damn things.") So now he wears those pants at parties they throw for close friends and declares the number after a few drinks. NUMBER 6! We figure he only has to wear the outfit at 144 more parties to make them equivalent to a cheap rental.
We're home now! But I'll be posting more confusing batches of postcards from my various summer travels!
Hasta manana! (You do know manana doesn't necessarily mean tomorrow!)