Being a good listener is a wonderful gift and a practiced art. Early in my life I learned this lesson while sitting at the table and listening to Nina. Her stories of her trip to Rome in 1968 still remain with me.
Last evening, my mother and Art Duerksen practiced this art while Elaine, Maryanne and I enjoyed the pleasure of remembering our time together in France. We drank French wine, ate baguette and shared our stories with them. There was plenty of laughter as we regaled them with tales of sore feet, bathroom stops, shopping at markets and the beautiful dinner trip the Seine. Not surprisingly, food and wine featured heavily in our discussions.
A happy memory .... the Loire
We saved them from a full photo review since our digital pictures are in Australia. I’m sure they are very grateful since we would still be there this morning!
