Tri tip

Tri tip!

Last night, when I didn't think I could eat adobo one more time, Tasha came with tri tip steak and salad with red wine vinaigrette. We sat banquet style and had a real feast. Around a table and everything. With silverware and napkins. We tend to eat on the go. And the sandwiches and adobo are as constant as the rising and setting of the sun. It was wonderful. And for dessert, I had several more of my sister's Pfefferneuse cookies. Or as we call them, "the-best-cookies-in-the-world."

Where are we again?

Where are we again?

We've hit that inevitable point in tour. When homestays ask us where we've been, and where we're off to next, we just look at each other and snicker.

Yesterday was long. Highway 160 closed down for no apparent reason, and making a U-turn with trailers is a challenge. The drivers won't admit that. So we detoured and added an hour to our drive time. Grusha wouldn't reroute, so we winged it. But we made it finally, and found out the church had scheduled our show to start at 7 instead of 6:30. So all was well.

One interesting thing about tour. If you say 'emergency rest room stop only' every girl will pile out of the vehicles as if California has a bathroom shortage. The guys scoff and hold it until, half an hour down the road, they have to pull over and find a bush.