A trip home
Like being told to wait,"just 30 seconds, love", when I called my mother at 630 am this morning.
Punsxatawney Phil was about to walk out of his winter home. There are things so American not even a call from an exotic foreign land (okay, okay, Salamanca) can interrupt them.
He saw his shadow, by the way. Phil's loyal fans, my Rhode Islander mother included, are in for a long winter.
That decided, the weekly catch-up began.
Labels: an american abroad