Our last night in PA was spent in Intercourse (snigger) where we saw authentic and not so authentic Amish folk, bought jam, and ate traditional Amish fare (ham and reconstituted dried apples with potato dumplings and chow-chow).
I arrived back in Montreal on Saturday morning to be greeted by my lovely wife who I missed terribly while I was away. We went home and spent the weekend gardening, mowing lawns, pulling up dandelions and using C&T’s super-duper jet washer to wash the deck. We finished the weekend with chicken on a beer can (shove a half empty can of beer up a chickens bum and stand it on the bbq for an hour or so) and a trip to Rockaberry’s for pie.
Now I’m back at work and trying to figure out if I actually learned anything last week.