We Irish

I. Drove. On. The. Beltway. The Beltway, as in, the road just outside of Washington, D.C., the one that you hear horror stories about. Yes, indeed, my approach to Vienna, VA was exciting, though fortunately not too exciting as it wasn't quite rush hour yet.

Until now, this trip has involved strangers, friends, and more strangers. but there sure is nothing like family! This afternoon, I was greeted by my aunt, cousins, their cats, and a lovely, homemade sign welcoming me to the great state of Virginia!

The Welsh's love stories, especially around food and "ice keen," and tonight was no different from a family dinner at my grandparents' house in Schenectady. In fact, tonight was just another reminder of how I've felt the presence of my family, especially my Grandma, with me on the road. It helped to solidify that, although I'm going to miss Colorado, this move to Delhi, at this precise moment in time, is a good and necessary one. After unloading my car in Delhi, I'd like to drive to my grandparents' house, picking up sweet corn and hot dogs along the way, and raise my glass saying "La Famiglia!" from across the dinner table.

The cousins, together again, with ice cream!

Perfect end to the evening: my cousin, who has only received basic piano lessons years ago, playing some pieces he composed on the piano (see the link below and hopefully I will add more later).

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Listen along:
Song on the piano by M. Ruske