The congenial, collaborating, conquering captains of their own destiny, arrived, mostly on time, vivaciously voluble, hiply hirsute, steeped in stories, and full of photos (361 on MattÃs digital camera). Matt looked like his uncle Peter, freshly from a weekÃs camping trip in the high Sierras, while Hil appeared ready for a magazine cover shoot. Tell me again, why we were ever worried about these two?
From the airport, we (Lew and Jennifer, Maley, and Robby) drove as directly as we could manage to the Village Smokehouse – HilÃs request – and our favorite after MFA stop. There we met Mark and Ginger, who had both been roused from deep sleep to join us, and ordered dinner but minutes before the grill closed at eleven. Home after midnight, and in bed by 2 AM after one long, luxurious, hot shower.
For the moment Diane won’t be asking, “I wonder where they are today?”
Maley hugging Matt, while Diane and Jennifer watch dad and daughter embrace.
Let’s have a frontal shot of young Peter before he shaves!
michael failed to mention that instead of coming to give us all hugs he HID by robby and maley so he could get the best shots of us all hugging! sneaky sneaky camera man!
I’m so happy everyone is home safe and sound…I bet that hot shower felt good.
Welcome back to the intrepid travelers!
As as for the now relaxed parents who asked, “Tell me again, why we were ever worried about these two?”
Because that’s your job. That’s what parents are supposed to do. Worry, worry worry. But now you can worry about other things–as to what they might be, and I won’t make any suggestions, because that’s your job.
“Worry is a misuse of imagination” says Dan Zadra. But I still get that it was more or less inevitable — not worrying too often equates to not caring…….
I was outta town this weekend and missed both the arrival and the party, but abrazos y felicitaciones to the viajeros! Y tambien a los parientes……..