Friday we drug our tired asses around Jackson Hole to close out our fifth anniversary vacation. We did a little shopping, ate lunch at a Mexican restaurant (
Merry Piglets) owned by a woman from Philly, and had our last huckleberry ice cream of the trip at
Moo's Gourmet Ice Cream. After this vacation, I am obsessed with huckleberry. Jackson is a picturesque little town - as you can see below, even their utility stuff is pretty.We also encountered Ben Franklin outside of a gallery. Our anniversary dinner was a convenience store feast in a hotel room that my stomach is still recovering from - too tired to go out. First world problems.
A very nice send off from Jackson Hole at the crack of dawn Saturday and awesome skies on the way to Denver.
We got home at 5 and immediately visited Wawa and DD before settling in on the couches with the dogs and the Pope on TV.
Sunday morning I dropped the Pope posse at the train station then did back to reality things like grocery shopping and $5.50 flower procuring. Produce Junction, ladies. Get some.
I did a little food prep: scrambled eggs with spinach/green onion/cheese for breakfasts; and quinoa with yellow Campari tomatoes, mushrooms, spinach, and green onion for lunches. Dinners are baked Parmesan garlic wings with roasted baby bliss potatoes and steamed cauliflower and grilled chicken with steamed broccoli and rice. I just didn't have it in me to do them Sunday. I missed cooking and home cooked food.
I went to a surprise 60th wedding anniversary lunch for my grandparents at Lamberti's Cucina in Feasterville. You can't go wrong with clams in white sauce.
I meant to do more when I got home but I am not feeling well so I took a two hour nap and watched the Pope. Later I picked my Pope posse back up and Debbie, MFD and I ate pizza and naughty things at 9:30. MFD was over the moon to be in the presence of the Pope, his Mass pass and medals are below.
I am not a religious person but I absolutely love Pope Francis. He doesn't only speak about love and kindness, he embodies them. I cried four times on Saturday watching him walk the walk. I hope we all catch his kindness and spread it like wildfire. If you have the opportunity to help someone, just do it instead of convincing yourself of why you shouldn't. I'm proud of my city for hosting this wonderful event. Well done, Philly.
Easing back in today as my company is working from home while Philly cleans up from the Pope's visit. I'll be sharing some posts about our trip in the upcoming weeks, broken down by national park, amid other normal posts.
I love to travel, but I'm happy to be home. Just waiting anxiously on the arrival of my niece or nephew now! Come on baby!
