On Sunday, my neighbours and I headed south. Our trip ended in the town in which my mother was born and where large chunks of the families of her parents lived. I was able to see two great-aunts, both in their nineties, and a cousin, each of whom I enjoy. After an overnight in a quaint hotel, we awoke to gray skies and rain, so my plan to visit the beach a stone's throw from my room did not pan out.
The lovely dinner and conversation of the night before was worth the travel and the sheets of rain which hampered visibility on the way home. Never a fan of interstate driving, I was amazed at how deftly the younger of the two neighbours negotiated the roadway. I'm sure it was a bit hair-raising for him.
This "mini-holiday" is it for the summer and possibly the remainder of the year. Time or money constrain all things, unfortunately. Below is a favourite beach photo.
Until Next Time...