When we got to the mission we looked around at the signs and sights. There was an olive tree there. I ate an olive. It was deliciously HORRIBLE. It was not ripe and it was the most bitter thing ever. The taste lasted. It was horribly horrendously horrible. It was so bitter I spit on the church grounds for more than ten minutes. When I got the taste out of my mouth, we went to the court yard to find mom. She wasn't there. We peeked inside the church and she was not there either. We went back outside and she was there by an olive tree. Then, we went inside the church. It was really cool. We stayed there for a long time. It really was the coolest church ever. We explored some more. When I saw a tanning sign I thought about school and how we might learn about it. We got back into the car and had a quick lunack. A lunack is lunch and snack combined.
Our next stop was Lemoore, where Katie and I were born. When we got to Lemoore, we stopped at a boring old four room hotel. (Ha ha) It was only two 10' by 15' rooms a double bathroom and a huge closet. We explored for some time I loved the rooms. We explored inside, but not outside. For one thing Lemoore has the worst air quality in the United States, and it is a really dry dusty, musty, and rusty place. That and the air quality is why we moved. The weirdest reason of all was that, very surprisingly, it was raining. This is not a reason of why we moved.
We went to see our old house. It was in great condition! I thought about how I spent my first fifth of my life there. We went to a Mexican restaurant to eat. I got a Burrito with a capital B. It was longer than a foot long and super wide.
We had dinner, then went home in the rare Lemoore rain. We quickly went to bed and had a great sleep. Only one problem, I still have a hint of olive in my mouth.
Sean,
ReplyDeleteI guess we are related because I don't like olives ,green or black, either.
I remember meeting you for the first time in the living room of that Lemoore house. There was a glider in the shade arbor and we spent lots of morning time getting to know each other there.
Keep up the good gob writing about your trip.
XXOO, Nana MO'S
Great post, Sean.....olives are good only after they are processed! Your mom. And dad should know that!
ReplyDeleteI love the California missions too. I think I have visited almost all of them. And I went to the high school named after the founder of the missions - Fr Serra. I hope you can visit the mission in Carmel. It is one of the prettiest and the one where Fr Serra is buried. He was just made a saint last year when the pope visited the U.S.
Your old house in Lemoore looks real nice, but that side walk was not strong enough to hold three kids.....you caved it all in. I hope they don't make you pay for it!
I like your pictures of roses too......you won't see anything like that around here (in Libertyville, we are home now). But the grass is greener than when we left, so this is hope for spring!
Have fun in Yosimite!
Love Grandpa T
Sean that house is the first place I met you too. I think I took the train up from San Diego. We played frisbee in a park nearby. You thought it was great because you had 5 grownups to play with.
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