This postcard arrived today from my parents, who were travelling in northern Italy. It says:
“Just had lunch in [illegible]. Was last here in winter 1936/37. The Dolomites are really craggy and jagged. One group of peaks is called “Grandma’s teeth”; that gives you an idea. The trip by tourist bus goes through mountain passes 7000 feet above sea. Love, Dad.
“Crummy lunch, but well worth it for the fabulous views. XXXOOO, Mom.”
Grandma’s teeth . . . ewww!
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So much for the yummy lunch ;)
But oh, to be travelling in Italy . . . I wish I were travelling today. Instead I’ll be spending the afternoon trying to corral 10 boys for Isaac’s b-day party.
Grandma’s teeth were always in a jar when I was growing up. Yuck!
blech!