Photo provided by Tess Kincaid
Years and years ago- back in the early 1970's- my former husband and I
decided we would rent our little house in Portland, Oregon and go
live in Spain for a year. So we saved our money, rented out the house and
with my two young sons Phillip and Paul, we embarked on this adventure.
We arrived very late in the night as our flight had been delayed for 7 hours.
Jet lagged and cranky we stayed the first night in what was not a very nice place.
We really felt quite disoriented and discombobulated.
The next morning we found an apartment to rent and settled in
by going shopping for groceries and cooking up a huge evening meal.
Our favorite family meal has always been breakfast, so I made bacon,
hash brown potatoes and lots of fried eggs and toast.
After devouring our tasty and familiar meal-
we knew all was well and settled in for our year long adventure.