My ‘far flung’ Grandson…we all await news. I’m trying to envision your life at nose-bleed altitudes. From what your Mom shared, you have an unbelievable student load…and must go to the well for water. How little we know of life in the provinces.
I’m listening to a wonderful quartet called the Kings, they sing Irish songs accompanied by pipe, drums fiddle, etc. The audience knows many of the lyrics…and everyone sings…what a joyous event. Talking about music, are you picking up any of the local folk music/dance?
Miss you….lots of love….GMO