In honor of the long-standing, 11 month tradition of the Last Night in Urunga spent at the Pub, we had to take the "kids" there as their final evening in our town. Friends met us there and listened to our travel tales.
Ross was home from Viet Nam, so it was a reunion all around. He missed eating with chop sticks, even though the meal was hot chips (fat french fries). He harrassed his stepbrother who harrassed him back. And he caught up through the window with his buddy working in the kitchen.
The best part about having family visit is that family visits! The worst part is that they leave to go back home. It was a glorious time, and each day was like gold to both Pat and me. Hugs and kisses till we get back!
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