Saturday, June 11, 2011

A Man of the Cloth

Saturday morning: Another great night’s sleep. Can’t wait to see what Martha comes up with for breakfast. Every meal has been great. I have learned from traveling all my life, first with my parents while my dad served in the U.S. Army and later on my own, that one always packs a washcloth because many, if not most places don’t have them. Did I do that? I’ll let you guess.

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