Our Friends

We met Denise and Sanders our first Sunday in Gabon, twenty years ago. We stayed friends through five intercontinental moves between us. No small feat.

On Denise's first morning after her transatlantic flight, she ran a 5k with me. Her first ever. Apparently, walking your doberman for an hour up and down Bulgarian hills every day is as good as any twelve week couch to 5k plan. Who knew?

We went to hear Justin's band play at a friend's wedding reception. Sanders and Denise remember Justin drumming as a wee little kid.

We were pretty low-key about activities. They had shopping to do, the kind of shopping we used to do when we were back--Walgreens, Goodwill, Best Buy. And we went to see How to Train Your Dragon. Thumbs up, btw. We're fans.

We had s'mores around the fire one night while Sanders told us a couple African stories.

And we went to at Tin Caps game. Anna didn't want to go--I had to convince her that going to a baseball game is not about the game itself (my apologies to baseball fans out there), but about hanging out with friends, eating ballpark food, and singing Take Me Out to the Ballgame. She was only fully convinced once Scott caught a ball tossed up over the dugout by a player.

It was cool to be right behind the dugout. The seats didn't cost extra but felt fancy.

This was a common site throughout the visit. I'll say it here for the record--I totally want that camera.

The highlight of any Fort Wayne trip is feeding the giraffes at the zoo. I never mind paying a dollar for a piece of lettuce.

I'm thankful for our friends. And I'll add that Fort Wayne may not be as exciting a destination point as, say, Nice, France (we seem to be getting fewer visitors than we did there), but it has its charms.