The Family (Or most of them)

The Family (Or most of them)
The Family

July 11, 2008



After 2 1/2 months, my daughter has returned from Europe with her friend.

She says if she had to pick a favourite place, it would be Santorini in Greece. She loved Athens, Paris, Rome, London, Berlin, Prague (although didn't spend enough time there).
Wasn't so crazy about Amsterdam, she says, too wild for her sensibilities.
There were no incidents involving her safety, nothing lost...which is amazing.
So after a very short down time to get over the jet lag, I took her and her brother out to a place called Mongo's Grill, where you go and get all your ingredients, stand in line and have them cook it all up for you in a monster stir fry.

They both teased me, of course, because I was a novice at this practice and was way behind them in line.

What else is new?

My son, who always sits next to her while I sit across from them on such occasions, was constantly text-messaging and accepting my resulting wrath with a wry smile.

I don't call him Goober Boy for nothing.

They both love and hate the fact I always bring my camera to these affairs.

But we have more fun eating out than most anything else we do together.

It's good to have her back.

And it's good to have the two of them back together.