“Christine didn’t tell Alex that she’d invited Lydia to live with them”
In which I catch a glimpse of my youth.
“The beauty of travel, as of love or terror, is that it regularly turns all your ideas on your head and reminds you that you really know nothing at all.” Pico Iyer
We find a busy town and a new friend finds us.
It’s the 4th of July, 1976, and it’s time for me to say goodbye to my American life.
Another blogging first – meeting up with blogging friends