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I can’t believe the tornado hit so close! And Mom, of course you stayed outside to watch it. I can just picture you all on the deck talking about how beautiful it is while most people were hiding in their bathtubs. Remember the time in Ft. Myers when you made me sit out on the lanai with you during that lightning storm? I was hyperventilating because not only were we right by two bodies of water, but we were surrounded by metal beams on every side. It was beautiful, though. I think your consolation for my fear was, “Oh just watch, you’ll live.” I did. Thank you, Mom!
Tiff, thank you for the birthday story! I know exactly how you were feeling… alone, at night, trying not to be scared but freaking yourself out even more. How is Belly doing? Does she look any older? Have her lungs kicked in yet, or is she still quiet? I had the weirdest dream. Jack and I had just gotten back into town and I ran up to you saying, “How is my little Isabella!” Everyone just looked around, a little uncomfortable, until you finally said, “Well, you see…while you were gone we found out that she is a boy. So we renamed him Stephan. Say hi.” Crazy dream. Then I woke up and randomly yelled at Jack, “Where’s your pillow?!” He said I sounded angry, but I think I was just worried… not sure.
Yesterday was relaxing. We biked into town, climbed the Mount, biked back, played some tennis, watched a strange black & white film, made dinner, etc. I think we spent more time inside on the couch than any other day.
Today we did the usual bike and climb, but went over the bay to a city called Tauranga afterward. It’s a little less tourist-driven; there are more restaurants and cafes and less gift shops. I think we are going to stay there Friday night when we check out of the resort.
So, cool story for John and Nat. We went to a restaurant along the coast in Tauranga called the Naked Grape and the bartender was from Laurence, Kansas of all places! He has been living in NZ for almost 20 years, works as a musician and a bartender, and has played at Alvamar (excuse my spelling if it’s wrong). Everyone working there was from a different country. Good food, too!
Bobbi, Jack cleaned the whole condo! It’s been an amazing birthday!
Deborah, and all my other contributors to the honeymoon: the black bag has been useful Some one needs to tell Maw Maw that the chocolates were the best!
I’m already 20 years old in NZ, which means Mike’s birthday is tomorrow for us!
Jack says I’m 140 years old in dog years.
It’s just after 1:00 in the morning for you all, so sweet dreams!
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Hello from Bogota
Linds...your mother was so careful of you!! I see that you know how to wash dishes............did Deborah teach you (I know Connie didn't!)????? I am so glad the time share what y'all needed. Take care..........and one day you can explain to me what happened in the wide open!