When I was in my 20s I once read a new-agey book called The Celestine Prophecy. Your 20s is a good time to read new-agey stuff, because even though it got ridiculous in the end, my mind was still open enough at that time to consider the ideas posited in the book -- namely that coincidences are only apparently so; it's actually the universe trying to tell you something if you'd just pay enough attention to listen. Wait. Shhh. Did you hear that?
When we were in Canoa on our date night Di and I met a young Canadian spending two years traveling from home to and through South America. And when our friends went on their date night, they met five young Coloradans traveling through South America. We each, of course, invited our Encounters to stay with us in Cuenca.
|The fifth bedroom|
|Tell 'em what they've won, Vanna.|
As Diana welcomed them in with a pasta dinner, they returned the favor the next night with an imposing spread of steak, cous cous, salad, bread, baked zucchini dreamboat (if it's not called that, it should be) and cookies, cookies, COOKIES! And they got up early next morning to be sure the kids had some homemade banana bread french toast before school. We've begun to think we should invite more backpackers in off of CouchSurfing.com. But we're not ready to risk having gotten the cream of the backpacker crop on this round and being disappointed by the follow-up acts.
|...and Cookies Cookies Cookies Cookies!|
Yah hear that Mama? Purpose. They grow up so quick. Sniff.
|Learning backpacker solitaire|
|Future mayor of Winter Park, Colorado|