Goodbye's the hardest
Well, we were up at 3:30 am this morning and I drove my Aussie friends to the airport. As soon as I got home, 6:00 am, I crashed on the couch and just woke up about 10:15. I hope they were able to sleep on the plane. We were up very late watching Wes Anderson movies and burning CDs, and laughing about the random Australian slang terms we found in the little booklet of translations she brought for us. I am always depressed when guests leave. She did a little webcam video of the two of us before we headed out to dinner last night and I'll get you the link to that when she has it posted. Yesterday we hiked around near my house and spent the rest of the morning laying on the warm sand at one of the local's beaches in Lake Tahoe. It was almost completely empty due to the fact that it has been quite chilly this past weekend. Last night after Thai food, I took them to the Oldest Bar In Nevada, a wooden, old, juke box, biker bar nearby. We chatted with a guy who had just ridden his bike over the mountains from San Francisco, this tough biker guy, then we smiled when his sweet parents showed up to share a beer with him. People inside were drinking and singing along to the songs from the juke box as if it were karaoke night. The whole trip we were on the look out for Bears, or Deer, or at least a Skunk! Some type of North American wildlife (of course when you are not looking for it, they are everywhere!) But we just saw ground squirrels. I dreamed about seeing skunks all night/ morning this morning though and thinking "oh! I have to tell Simon about that skunk I saw!" I will be a bit melancholy today I am sure. But I have more guests arriving this weekend! My friend from Turkey is taking her boyfriend and sister to Burning Man this week and will sleep here a couple of nights before heading all the way home once its over. Sigh. I love people. But when they leave it is sad. I am already mourning their departure and they are not even here yet! I think I need more tea right now.