Posted By admin on August 1, 2013
One of my cousins visited the other day! We had a lovely time. He tells great stories. I was so excited at getting to share my hometown with someone I love. We went out for lunch, and I had two places to suggest. An Italian restaurant that does amazing sauces, and a little cafe in the back of the square owned by a lovely, too-hard working woman who provides delicious food and kind welcome.
We decided on sandwiches rather than Italian. We were talking as I looked for parking, and I didn’t say, “This is the place–I’ll have to find a spot to park.” But as I drove past, my cousin said, “What about that place?” Sometimes he just knows things!
We went inside. Imagine a brick wall dotted with the work of local artists, uneven floors, tables set wherever they fit, and lots of laughter–along with greetings of “Hey! How ya doing today?”
We ordered and talked and ate and talked, and finally, my cousin said, “This is the perfect place.” I love that he knew my favorite tuna melt-and-onion rings eatery is perfect!
The beloved and I and our babes have lived literally all over the world. I don’t get to spend as much time as I’d like with family. One of the sweetest moments was when my cousin took the beloved’s side in a dispute, and I could say–”Hey–you’re on my side. We’re blood!” From now on, when I talk about home with Bill, he and I will be seeing the same places in our heads.
I can never get enough family time.