Sunday brought rain and a little frantic last minute souvenir shopping. We came back to the flat and tried to find room in our luggage for all the things we had purchased over the past three weeks. I realized that if packing to leave was a challenge, packing to come home was far tougher. But of course, the best was yet to come. As the clocked ticked down the minutes, we turned the lights down low and arranged our chairs in a very tight little semicircle around a picture-less television. We were trying to create an undistracted environment for our listening party, as those album previews were called in those days. With the opening strum of the acoustic guitar in the first track, we were taken away. We closed our eyes and silently listened for the next forty-five minutes. The only bad thing was that we couldn’t hear it a second time...or a third....or a fourth…..
After our initial encounter at the house, we saw Paul and Linda once more during our stay. They had been shopping in their neighborhood, and again we had managed to be at the right place at the right time by arriving shortly before they did. They were both relaxed and happy, and stayed to talk for about ten or fifteen minutes. We gave them pictures we had taken of them the previous Christmas in New York, and now they agreed to a few more. I took several snaps that day, to make up for not taking any at the meeting we’d had the week before.
That's all for now…..Thanks for reading, see ya next time!