We left Minneapolis this morning and the welcoming home of brother Jeff and Rosemary. What a wonderful time getting reconnected and sharing memories and stories. There’s not a lot to share about our time – the usual family shmoozing and eating and drinking and laughing and crying at remembrances. It was a wonderful gift to stop and share with them. And they are so smart and well read that we have a list of books that need to be read RIGHT NOW. Well, maybe over the next month or so.
Jeff and Rose treated us to a show at the Guthrie Theatre in downtown Minneapolis. We saw “Guys and Dolls” with a fantastic cast including actors from local repertory companies and Broadway. It’s a bit old fashioned for some, but the cast had such energy and skills that they brought the house down. Or brought us out of our seats. Tough to choose the image, but we had such a fabulous time.
Jeff and Rose have a lovely dog named Romi who is a mix of huge Labrador, German short-haired something or other and what looks like wolf. He is big and goofy and loving and goofy and thinks he’s a lap dog. We loved him. Despite our inability to breathe with him nestled in our laps, we loved him so much. And I can assure you we’re carrying a bit of him with us as we travel. (Maybe a pound or so of his fur.) We are full to overflowing love for the family we’ve been with and the remembrance of nephew Joe who died this past January. Sharing was wonderful. Leaving was rough, but it’s time to head home.
We covered about 300 miles today reaching our lodgings outside of Madison, WI, home to the University of Wisconsin. We crossed the Mississippi River at La Crosse and shot east on I-90. Tomorrow we’ll do a bit more with the goal of racing home on Monday. Though if the heat index remains over the boiling point, we may divert to the Atlantic Provinces of Canada. Prince Edward Island maybe. 😀
Curious as to what we would have found if we turned here.
Sorry not many photos. I personally found Wisconsin very beautiful. As we traveled I90, we saw rolling hills and farms everywhere. I believe “bucolic” is the word.
Wandering Retirees 