More Travel

I like traveling with Theresa. In Vulcan Sue and Mike fed us good food and good wine: brie, mushroom pate, BBQ chicken, baby potatoes. I got to hold a 3 month old baby and we visited the Star Trek souvenir store where T bought some Spock ears (what else?). I listened to a butcher talk about cows' spinal cords and all the nasty things that live there, and we counted feedlots on our way up to the Trans Canada.

Buena Vista, just outside Regina, greeted us at three am after a stinky drive through fertilizer country and crunching over rat bones on the highway past Swift Current. We drove on gas fumes in the red zone of T's gas gauge, and for some reason we both wanted to eat Hawkins cheesies. Greeted by two freshly made beds and a barking toy poodle in BV, T and I fell asleep within minutes and I awoke tothe sound of T playing the guitar and singing, and then tea, coffee, a variety of cheeses, red wine, crackers, fresh fruit, nuts; Bernardo sprinkles orange water on our hands, makes Tunisian tea and describes how his grandmother made baklava.

I'm a bit tipsy now after all the wine, and I just want to crawl back into my bed on the floor.

Okay, now I know why I am doing this. It's for the new.