Terra Vina Vineyard Young love is somehow pushed aside as we grow older. It gets harder and harder to remember what that was like...well at least for me. But, there are people out there that have such a powerful story to tell that the look on their faces tells me that they have not forgotten and never will. Yesterday my husband and I attended a wine dinner set among the vines with the misty valley spread out below. We sat across the table from a couple about our age. His name was Peter. I have never know a Peter so the visit began. Then he introduced his wife. Minila she said when I asked her to repeat her name. It flowed off her tongue with an accent I didn't recognize. I'm a Czech she said quickly. Are you a Czech too Peter? I asked. No , he said. I come from Portland. But how....? We were pen pals was his response. He asked Do you really want to hear this story? Well yes I did...yes I did! Pen pals? I have never know anyone to marry their pen pal. I have never know an...
Retirement out here where the rubber meeds the road!