Saturday, March 28, 2015
It's funny how I try to hide things from Jeff. I don't know why I do this, maybe because my mother did the same thing to my papá.
Anyway, as Giada and I were waiting for the train to Paris, I took a sip of my wine, I whipped "don't tell Jeff"(more like a swig) and that, right there started an inside joke between she and I. Slurp!
Friday, March 27, 2015
|It's always a good time when we go for a ride in the VW van.|
|It's a little cold this morning.|
|Veikko is a very good boy when we are at breakfast.|