Rotary Breakfast
I slept from 10:30 to midnight and then lay wide awake all night, fruitlessly worrying. Told Stupid in my head to stop it, but Stupid didn't listen. I heard every dog bark, every rooster crow, and I swear I could even hear the stars come out. And I heard Dave and Fed leave for the airport to pick up the Swensrudes and Bergs who were arriving around 5:30 a.m.
Breakfast was a happy affair with many of the Rotarians and their spouses bringing platters of food to Fed's rooftop patio. This club has such a close bond and the spouses are as involved as their partners. We tasted specialty sausage that comes from Fed's home town 165 km away. He had gone there to pick it up, just for us Canadians. There was salted egg and tomato, a dish consisting of chopped eggs and chopped tomatoes and salt! Fried fish, pan de sal (small delicious buns lightly salted, just big enough to pop into your mouth), fried eggs, pork in sauce. You know, just your typical fare.
Neil and Tito, classmate presidents, had much to discuss as did Noe and I, both immediate past presidents.
It was a wonderful welcome to all of us from Canada. I don't know how we could ever match this should they come visiting.
Then, ever mindful of the missing bags, we went home next door and with Baby's assistance tried once again to get some answers from the airline. No luck, so we called our travel agent and asked for help. I can't help but wonder how come every unattended bag in an airport gets announced over the loudspeark, yet our two behemoths are sitting somewhere in full view, but clearly invisible.
So, with our tiny overnight case containing our only remaining clothes, we piled into 2 vehicles for the 2-hour drive to Villa Escudero.
Breakfast was a happy affair with many of the Rotarians and their spouses bringing platters of food to Fed's rooftop patio. This club has such a close bond and the spouses are as involved as their partners. We tasted specialty sausage that comes from Fed's home town 165 km away. He had gone there to pick it up, just for us Canadians. There was salted egg and tomato, a dish consisting of chopped eggs and chopped tomatoes and salt! Fried fish, pan de sal (small delicious buns lightly salted, just big enough to pop into your mouth), fried eggs, pork in sauce. You know, just your typical fare.
Neil and Tito, classmate presidents, had much to discuss as did Noe and I, both immediate past presidents.
It was a wonderful welcome to all of us from Canada. I don't know how we could ever match this should they come visiting.
Then, ever mindful of the missing bags, we went home next door and with Baby's assistance tried once again to get some answers from the airline. No luck, so we called our travel agent and asked for help. I can't help but wonder how come every unattended bag in an airport gets announced over the loudspeark, yet our two behemoths are sitting somewhere in full view, but clearly invisible.
So, with our tiny overnight case containing our only remaining clothes, we piled into 2 vehicles for the 2-hour drive to Villa Escudero.
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