After the excitement of the Moors and Christians Festival. Things mellowed out. Then on Friday we had more relatives visiting, 2.2 from Madrid. She is studying to become a physical therapist. A lot of the initial courses concerning anatomy are the same as would be required of a biology or pre-med major. So she was studying hard while here. But we still had a lot of quality time to talk.
When your family is as far flung around the world as ours is, it takes a special effort to stay connected with your various grandchildren. We are lucky to have these opportunities to spend serious time with them.
Unlike the prior two years, the sunrises and sunsets have not been quite so spectacular. This week though we had a pretty good one.
Mystery of the 13th floor. The elevator in our building has no 13th floor. That is not so unusual. One sees it a lot on buildings and with airplane row numbering. But walking home recently, I noticed there is a whole level of our building that is not built out. And it is at the 13th level!
The 2.2 has arrived. And wants to know if she can practice her anatomy identification on me!
The Canadian Coffee Shop
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