New faces

This morning we had breakfast with my wife's friend and husband. They have been married for two years but were unable to live together for most of that time because she is Canadian. She had horror stories to tell about the immigration process.
Now we're visiting some family, trying to decide how the rest of the day will go. We'd like to stay in the same hotel as the relatives if possible. I just want to be out of the van for awhile. I will forget 20 names before the day is over. They will remember me as the really tall guy. Ah well. At least there is cake.