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I love Venezuelans

Having lived in that country for some time, I consider myself an honorary citizen. I've spent the last two days with an old friend from there. She and her daughter drove up here from Utah. She has two children, twins, a boy and a girl. They are twenty. Annabella (my friend) and I have decided to take a step back into the old days when marriages were arranged.

Stephanie is going to marry Adam. A match made in heaven. It has the added benefits of the mother's in law already being great friends, plus we'd laugh like crazy at the reception and spoil our future grandchildren crazy. We're already fighting over who will be the best grandma and spoil the babies the most.

I think I'll win.

At any rate, I'm spending the day up in Seattle with my friend so we can go to all our old haunts. She was with me when I started dating my husband, so she knows all my dark secrets. It's been a great time talking more Spanish. I've missed having someone here that speaks our particular way.

Off to Seattle.

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  1. For me, Seattle = Archie McPhee. Well, technically that's Ballard, isn't it?

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  2. It is! Are you from here? Been here? I was in Ballard about an hour and a half ago.

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  3. It's actually good to hear an American saying something about Venezuela other than 'damn Hugo Chavez.'

    I'm being serious and sincere.

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  4. I'm in Vancouver BC but head down to Seattle whenever I can. Archie McPhee is Mecca.

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  5. Oh Frontier Editor, I can complain as loudly as any oppressed Venezuelan about Hugo Chavez. He's ruining the country. It's horrible.

    However, I will always love the people there and the country.

    MJ, we get up to BC occasionally. The last time we took our children to stay at a hotel there and they've been bugging us to go back. I love Stanley park with the black squirrels running around.

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  6. Where are you? Somewhere where they don't have black squirrels, obviously.

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  7. No, sadly we are bereft of black squirrels. All we have here in Seattle are the gray ones. When I told my children to watch for the black ones up there, they accused me of yanking their chains. Not that I do that. Often. :grin:

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