Tuesday Day 2:

The day started off at 6:30 in the morning with Elle bounding in on me. KB said goodbye to me, and sweetly kissed a sleeping Grant on the forehead. Later we woke up for real and I started working on the blog Gant hoped in the shower. I was disappointed that we still hadn’t heard from Willem, He was the reason for starting this trip. He was in a wreck last week and we wanted to check on him, “he must still be in the hospital” I thought. Typing away my phone rings. Who is this number I think as I stare at my phone.

“Hello?”

“Rosie?? Do you know who this is?”

“Willem?!?!?!”

“Hey baby!”

“OH MY GOD!!! HEY!!!!!!”

“I just got out of the hospital, are ya’ll still in Austin?”

“YES! Lunch?”

“deal!”

At this point in my excitement I begin to beat down the door of the bathroom, yelling at Grant that I have Grizz on the phone. Grant cant here me over the shower and his own opera that he is writing and belting out as he bathes. Grizz and I make plans for us to meet up with him and his lady. Torchy’s Tacos. We gather ourselves together to meet up with my long lost love Grizz. So excited I can barely focus on driving. We pull up and I begin to scan the lot for Grizz, hiding in the back corner of the Trailer Park Eatery, there he is. I take off running.

“Grizz!” I squeak

He hops up and showers my cheek with fuzzy beaded kisses. Gant and Willem Hold a long and sexy embrace. Bromance is such a beautiful thing. We meet the lady and head for the tacos. We order and begin to catch up. He tells us about the wreck, of which he has stitches in his head, a concussion, a shattered hand and other injuries that cannot be mentioned. Other were hurt in the wreck as well. (keep them in your prayers) He tells us about Guatemala and his year of taking the Gringos hiking. Protecting the coffee crop and is new found family that he lived with. His face sparkled when he spoke of the mountains. You can tell that they stole his heart.

I spoke of seminary and how its going, I told of the Spiritual formation center and how I still want to do conference ministry. I talked about the preaching scholarship and my other hopes and dreams for school. Gant told stories of the Willem/Grant adventures and we laughed, smiled and Joy filled us all. After a while we all parted ways.

Grant and I headed toward San Antonio. The drive flew by as we danced in the car and raped our way down the road. We arrived at BK Lounge. We forgot our coops, but were welcomed by a slobbery dog and warm hospitality. We sat around and joked and laughed. BK told us about his job search and the pains of searching for a job this crappy market fresh out of college. We decide to go eat Mexican… again (I’m having TexMex withdrawals from living on the east coast)

We stopped by the store and picked up some drinks. When we arrived back at Bk’s we proceeded to get into a wicked dice game called “pig”. Grant and Bk whoop us all over me in this game. I mean it was sad, I could not cut a break. Ego deflated…

We get into a fun conversation with the parents about wine, life, and everything under the sun, BK, Gant and I move into the room and they start me on my fist time of chatrulatte. We met some fun people. One guy we chatted with for along time, he was in Florida. He has broken his hand, he showed us this Godzilla toys. Grant used his phone translator to talk to a French-Canadian. At that point I headed to bed, and fell into a sweet sweet sleep.

Day two was great and defiantly filled with lots and lots of smiles, and laughter. More tomorrow.

Peace.