Carry on my Wayward son...

Tuesday, the 12th of June my parents flew in from Switzerland to come visit. As previously mentioned I haven't seen my parents since Christmas, and having not seen them developed a mode of homesickness. I greatly enjoyed seeing them again, especially my father. The first week there after was spent in seeing people and friends and going out to eat. I find a lack of words to describe the euphoria and nostalgia of being in my hometown with my parents for the first time in nearly 4 years. Its quite an unusual sensation, a cold yet comforting chill that originates at the base of the spine and ripples out across your entire body. My father and I share a love for beers of all way shapes and forms.

We went on Sunday the 17th to the Ladyface Brasserie, a local craft brewery and restaurant. Picture City Porter for my self and the Chesebro IPA for Papa. He then hate the Fish N Chips whereas I partook of the Ladyface Burger. If you the reader, (and I realize it is poor form to address the reader directly, but bare with me), should ever find yourself in the vicinity of the Ladyface, it is well worth the visit. It is a pinnacle of culinary goodness in the area sporting many craft beers and local wines. Aside from the normal set up of tables and things, the restaurant is home to a large community table, situated in the middle of the main room where perfect strangers can sit down and eat lunch with each other, swaps stories and discuss thoughts, tastes and all manner of other topics. During our lunch I noticed a man who had just walked in with his family and was waiting to be seated. the shirt he was wearing bore the name and several insignie from a book I read last summer, shortly after arriving in California. Upon questioning it turns out that in about a years time, the movie "Ender's Game" will be released for general viewing to the public. With a star studded cast I greatly anticipate the film version of one of the greatest Sci-Fi books I have ever read.

Summer school began for me on the 18th. I am taking Elementary French 1 and American Government and Politics. French is in a word, a joke, after having had 5 years of French in Swizterland, however, the group of people there seem good and the teacher, despite her quirks seems to like me, maybe its just my comparatively impeccable pronunciation. American Pol. & Gov't seems easy enough. Having completed my first day of summer school, I was all set to go forth to the victory mile of a 5 year marathon.