The refrigerator motherlode; on the road, Pedro; and tongues playing patty-cake…
~Sunday~ I was up at about 9:30, and I was welcomed to the kitchen by Pam and a pot of coffee already made. So sweet, especially since she doesn’t even drink coffee! I had some of the leftover omelet from yesterday, which was just as good—if not better—today, and then I packed my suitcase and … Read more