Anna, our tour leader, thinks that I'm the old guest to stay at the farm! 😀 Of course I am older than dirt. Knowing my age, the farmer and his family spoiled me. I could get used to that. Transportation to and from the farm was most often in a pick-up truck. While the rest of our group rode in the open box I was seated in the cab riding shotgun to the driver.
At cooking class in the restaurant in town the group the group lined up standing on either side of long tables. ViVi, resauranter and teacher, placed a chair at the head of the table and told me to sit. Then she announced to the group "Al is president!"
One evening we were scheduled to visit the village's resident, master instrument maker (same age as I). We were trucked to town. In town we offloaded and prepared to walk uphill to the instrument shop. ViVi said to me "Come" and she seated me in her tiny Fiat to ride to the destination. After visiting the artist she again put me in her car and led the group on a winding tour of old town on the way to her restaurant.
At a noon feast in her restaurant a tourist couple came looking for lunch. ViVi informed them she was closed for out special event. Our group, almost finished with our meal, invited them to join us. Soon a table was joined to our long one and they feasted on our surplus food. ViVi refused their offer of payment. A good time was had by all.
Takk for alt,
Al
1 comment:
Wow! To the musician!
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