Some nearly tearful goodbyes ended my experience of living in Vernon, B.C., Canada and for the next three weeks I would be homeless. We're fortunate we have the balls to test run this sort of thing and have such a hospitable family otherwise we could be good candidates for a soup kitchen. But, seriously, I don't know what we would have done without the food and love of my grandparent's, aunts and uncles as they made our transition from one end of the globe to the other quite flawless. We're now relaxing in the ninety degree farenheit humidity of Washington D.C. as we await our flight to Doha. Frequent e-mails and facebook messages to friends make it not quite so lonely. Every night we test run a different restaurant for dinner and one evening we went to a small (fifty year old) Bar/restaurant that served NINE HUNDRED different kinds of bear!!!! This, then explained the utter carelessness when it came to the food. Even so, this did not dampen our enthousiasm. By the time we got to Qatar a home cooked meal was the best gift we could receive. I guess the other staff already in Doha understood that because it's now our fifth day here and we haven't had to cook for ourselves once!....um wow
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