4 Wheels 4 Girls

September 3rd, on our way back to Lansing from Spanish camp, we stopped by Trisha and Ron, Jean’s friends, and their son, Willie’s house in Minneapolis, Minnesota. When went inside and a little yippy dog came running. Trisha told us that the dog was blind because it was so old and it’s cataracts had completely grown over it’s eyes. Trisha said that it got around by sound and by just walking where it wanted to go, and if it ran into a wall or chair or something, it would just go the other way. I laughed at that, feeling both amused by the dog and bad for it.

We sat on the back porch for a while and Ron brought us some root-beer in a beer bottle. There was a label around the top that said, “KWITCHERBELLIAKEN”. Get it? Kwitcherbelliaken, like quit your belly aching? Kwitcherbelliaken, quit your belly aching. 🙂 I like that label.

With our long-time friends in St. Paul

After we finished our root-beer, Trisha said she had something for us and went in to get it. When she came back out, she was holding a big plastic box full of potholder-making stuff! Wow! We thanked Trisha and then she said that she and Ron would have to leave to go to a concert with some friends of theirs. So they left, and so we decided that we should leave too, but it was dinner-time. (By the way, Willie is Jean’s godson and Willie is 14, almost 15, so he could’ve stayed home alone, but he didn’t then.) So since it was dinner-time, and Willie is Jean’s godson, and if we didn’t take him somewhere, he’d have to stay home alone, we decided to walk him out to eat at Noodles and Company. I love that restaurant! I got a large order of spaghetti and meatballs. It was DELICIOUS!!! We talked about Spanish camp with Willie because he had been there before, and we talked about our different experiences. Me, Ellie, Greta, and Ana all said that it was the best time ever, but Willie said that he went there with his friends and they tried to speak as much English as possible to annoy the counselors. 🙂 Of course. He is a boy.

When we finished eating, we walked back to Trisha and Ron’s house, dropping off Willie, saying goodbye, and hopping into the RV. That was a nice night!