Well, poorly planned that it was...we headed to the pumpkin patch right at lunch time....without eating first. So by the time we'd picked our pumpkins and paid for them we were all starving. We stopped in a small town on the way back home and parked and ate. Well, we ate...Bella played (literally) with her food...
And then she took random photos of us....
Anywho...when we were done eating, playing and posing...we went to get in our car and discovered that a Kirwa Festival was going on. Perhaps you remember the Kirwa post from a few years ago? Its when they spend hours raising a huge 100 foot tree into upright position through the manual labor of the males? And girls flounce around pouring beer into mugs for the laboring fellows to drink from...
Well, yep not only did we find a Kirwa Festival, but the tree was blocking our car from leaving the lot.
FOUR HOURS LATER...I drove us home because John had decided to help raise the Kirwa tree thus negating his ability to drive (remember beer?)
And to top it all off...Bella had a potty accident and I didn't have any extra clothes so I wrapped her in my sweater and made them look like MC Hammer pants. Oh...you should have seen the looks us crazy Americans got on this cold day watching the Kirwa with a little girl in MC Hammer pants playing in the dirt with no shoes/socks. I truly felt like I'd grown up in the smallest of towns in Oregon...
Oh wait...I did.
1 comment:
Anna's wroten in Vale. Ridin' that gosh darn tractor down the trail....Love you.
Post a Comment