Lunch?

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After a long period of silence, Mom said, "Okay, I'm not really hungry, but let's go pack a lunch. I'm sure I'll want something to snack on later."

Now that the initial rush had cleared, we had the box-lunch buffet all to ourselves. This beauty was enough to bring me to my knees. Four kinds of breads. 6 different cheeses. Meats - oh glorious MEATS - in abundance.

There were onion slices and lettuce and tomatoes, and all the fine fixin's you could imagine. And, to your mom's delight, 4 different kinds of cookies!

I made two sandwiches that would choke a malnourished Pit Bull. Mom busied herself with the cookie paradise. It was around this time I began, sight unseen, to fall in love with the cook.

We were about to return to our room when Leeza walked past and said, "Don't forget high-tea at 2. I think you'll enjoy it. And remember we have books and games a plenty if you get bored."

Only, she winked again as she said this, and it made me feel . . . prudish. That's quite an accomplishment.


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We wandered back to our room and did a little redecorating. By that I mean we pulled the clothes that were dry from the shelves and light fixtures. I was perfectly fine living in the 'launderette d’explode-o', but I think Mom was tired of moving socks out of the way to get to the balcony.

Luckily most of the smaller items were dry, or if not dry well on their way, but the big stuff like jeans and sweaters would take a bit longer. No rush, we were here for three days. Three wonderful days. 6 more meals. Yum.

*** the journey continues ***