Miss D. and I arrived safely in Amarillo yesterday. I’m finding the wi-fi setup at our hotel to be a real challenge – or, at least, my computer is – so I’m posting this on my wife’s computer, in the hope that it’ll make it to Blogger.
Alma took us to supper at a place called the Cowboy Gelato Smokehouse. The name was intriguing, and the menu proved to be likewise. Who’d have thought of breaded, deep-fried avocado chunks, served with remoulade sauce, as a starter? Several of their main courses were also inventive and tasty. We followed the meal with selections from their gelato menu; I had a combo of lemon chocolate and ‘pomegranite’ (sic), while Miss D. went for limoncello. Very tasty.
Later this morning we’ll be at the school where Alma teaches, as I try to bring a dose of lived reality to the textbook’s rose-colored view of Africa and the Third World; then it’s back home this afternoon, to carry on our daily rounds. I’ll post more once I’m home.
Take care, y’all.