The Laid Back Canadians Are Comin'!

My parents arrived for a visit with the Urbans last night.

They have been cramped for time lately, what with them being busy, hobbyist, social butterfly type people. But finally all the stars aligned and they announced that they would come for a quick visit. And in true Persian fashion, they decided to drive over from Vancouver as road trips are So Much Fun.

Yes, as you guessed, my parents are not Type A's like us Urbans.

While they enjoyed the scenery in Washington and Oregon and Northern California in their relaxed, tip-toeing fashion, chit chatting and enjoying farm fresh peaches they picked up along the way, we I counted the hours and the miles...

When they called me from a French restaurant in Eugene, Oregon on their "Pit Stop", to let me know of the delicious Muscle dish and Pomme Frites they had just enjoyed, I had to resort to deep diaphragmic yoga breathing to stop myself from rushing them back into the car and on the the road. Oh, and by the way, does a Pit Stop at a French Restaurant really qualify as a PIT STOP? No Way Jose!

The only antacid to my horrible anxiety is constantly reminding myself of how much my parents ENJOY life and how their disregard for schedules and time tables will hopefully pay dividends in the end, in a long and healthy life. For them that is :)

The Urban Bruschetta: Heirloom tomatoes, Basil, Lime Juice, Olive Oil, Feta on Herbed Focaccia

And once they arrived, the fun finally begins. The Hugs. The Kisses. The Food. The Cold Beers. The late night Wine Bottles. The Loud Laughter and the Louder Debates.

And above all my girl is literally over the moon.

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