A shipment of parental units arrived yesterday. Along with some American contraband (my precious peanut butter!!!).

People always look more intelligent in front of a shelf full of books. Not to mention the trophies…

Marga in the kitchen.

A walk along the water.

My mother took no time at all befriending a local Westie. He seemed to understand what she was saying.

In front of the town computer store.

Sitting down for a beer.

They were planning on staying up until 9:00 pm, my father after not sleeping at all the night before on the plane, but they actually made it until about 11:00 pm!