Farewell to the Southwest, Hello Fort Wayne

On Sunday we woke early and set off for the hour drive to Albuquerque as we were flying to Chicago. While on the flight, a guy who had met his girlfriend a year earlier on the same flight proposed to her, she said yes, and then a Beatles tribute band, called American English, who just happened to be on the flight played them a song. Also, the people who Mum sat next to and she had been talking to for the duration of the flight, gave her a handmade Christmas decoration made by the Atacama Indians. It was an interesting and eventful flight.

The drive to Albuquerque

'George Harrison' from American-English

After arriving in Chicago, we drove three and a half hours to Fort Wayne, Indiana which is where Jeanne and her family live. I can't remember if I have already told the story of how Mum and Jeanne met so if I have, you can just glaze over the next bit. Mum and Jeanne have been pen pals since they were 11-years-old (Mum wrote a letter to the Fort Wayne newspaper looking for a pen-pal) and have met up twice but I've never met her or her family (Em and I used to write to her kids who are our age) until now. Arriving in Fort Wayne in the dark, we finally met Jeanne's husband Dick, her son Luke and daughter Leah (daughter number two, Erin, was away at college). We had dinner, chatted a bit and then went to bed.