One of the best things about being back in the US of A is the sheer amount of ‘stuff’ there is to do here.
This last week alone I harvested kale for 3 hours on an organic farm whose produce goes to supply food banks throughout the county with local freshness. I had lunch on the waterfront in downtown Olympia, went to two outdoor concerts, mozied at the farmers market, celebrated a wedding, ended Friday night at a country western bar, and grazed at the Tacoma Food Truck Fest.
These are pretty much all of the things I dreamed about doing while wilting away during Moroccan summers. Especially that first and worst summer. Do you know what it’s like to stare at your fan for two hours?
And in case you’re wondering, yes. I really did wait two hours in line for lumpia.
Allow the photo tour to commence.
Mom and I show up. I take pictures of silly people waiting in ridiculous long lines. I silently mock them.
Then I spot the Lumpia World signs.
And Mom and I become those sad fellows waiting in line. Back in the trees.
So we wait.
And wait some more. I make a comment to Mom about how Morocco taught me patience and zen and gracefulness in difficult situations.
And oh look! Live music!
We edge closer. (The little girl hiding underneath the Lumpia World sign and her Dad were so cute. Two hours provided ample time for creeping.)
We’re so close I can see it! I rescind former comment about newfound patience hard earned in Morocco. I’m ready to fight someone.
At last! Success.
But wait! We’re not finished.
And is found at Shake Shake Shake while walking back to our car.
All’s well that ends well in Tacoma.