I am sitting here in my folks kitchen the rain has been coming down for about two days now and I am home. The dogs are wandering around not quite sure what to do with themselves. I can actually relate a little. We left Mendoza almost two weeks ago. This blog is a bit odd to write because it is not only a return to the states but also the end of our two years abroad. So how do you put all that into words when you can’t even figure out what emotions are playing through your head. Here is my go at that.
Our last week in Mendoza was great, minus Todd being under the weather, not full blown sick, but he was not doing well. He used all his energy to enjoy the last days of our trip. By keeping ourselves busy the two weeks prior we were actually able to enjoy that time without the anxious excitement and nerves that kept creeping upon each of us.
That’s as far as I got. I don’t know how to put into words those first couple days of being back in the states. Odd is the first one. It’s always the little things you notice; the amount of stuff at the grocery store, the size of the cars, pedestrians having the right of way, green grass, fewer buses, bikers, and walkers. While other things seem to fall right back into place and feel just right. For instance, being back at my folks house. Things are still in the same place and that is comforting. Although, the knife drawer swapped with the hot pads still throws me off three years later. So, I guess I am trying to say that Todd and I are good. We didn’t burst into flames from over stimulation or shock from being stateside. Basically, we fell into old comforting patterns.
Our time in KC went by so quickly. I feel like I didn’t even sleep, but it was worth it. We partied with the clan, Maura graduated from highschool, I jumped out of an airplane with the my momma and sisters, Todd ventured to Vegas and Beloit, we hit Al Dente for the Thursday night tradition, I passed my, motorcycle class, and then we were off. From there we packed up the minivan and headed west. First stop, Edwards, CO, where Dale and Jeanne literally just moved into their new house the day we arrived. It was perfect timing. We put our hands to work and helped them get things organized. Even though there was a lot of work, we managed to play. The highlight being the Teva Games in Vail. These were outdoor events like kayaking, bouldering, mountain biking, etc. I have never been to a bouldering competition before. Even though I am into bouldering I always had the impression that they would be pretty dry and anticlimatic. Well, I was totally wrong. After watching the pre-lims and the finals I was hoarse from all the yelling. Who knew you could almost lose your voice watching people boulder. It was incredible!
After our quick visit with the Mosiers, we headed north to Victor, ID, our summer home. Derek and Lisa were nice enough to invite these two homeless nomads into their home for the summer. We gladly obliged this request. You can’t pass up a summer in the mountains. We just passed our first week here and if it is a prediction of what the rest of the summer holds, I think we are set for a great time.
Homemade pizza night, live music at the Knotty, an awesome showing by all of us at the Teton Dam 10k, and too many hours of futbol and snacks wrapped up the first week. And the highlight, morel hunting. I had always heard of mushroom hunters, read about them, been frightened of the false mushroom that can lead to death. etc. So when Lisa started talking about the hunt I was a bit skeptical. Luckily, an ice cream bar later and I was ready to go. After browsing the internet to figure out exactly what morels looked like, and their evil twins the false morels, we were on our way.
We started out not knowing what to expect. So, I wondered off the path looking around dead logs, at the base of trees, basically scanning the ground for I wasn’t really sure. It felt like I hadn’t blinked in ages when Lisa screeched with excitement at our first morel. Wow, we actually found one. In total, we found 8 beautifully weird looking morels. I can now count myself as one of the thousands of people who go out each year to hunt these prized wonders of the culinary world.
Once home, we laid them out on the counter, keenly looking over the brain like bodies. After we finely examined our bounty it was time to indulge. We didn’t go wondering about in the woods to give our mushrooms an anatomy test, we went for their scrumptious flavor. A quick sauté with some butter and salt and pepper and we were licking our lips and patting ourselves on the backs.
And that was only week one. Today, back to reality as I continue my job hunt. Todd is working hard in his new office and we are already planning our first dinner party. Life back in the states seems to be agreeing with us.