I've Got to Get Us Home!

Myself, The HM, and our Hometown Friends, whom we brought along to the concert; we've got to get home!

That Weekend ended quite a long time ago, relatively* speaking. 

We who were only in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia for That Weekend spent that Saturday strolling around the college campus that the majority of us had attended a very very long time ago, (relatively** speaking, of course)

We also dedicated part of that hot sticky Saturday to perusing the farmers' market in a nearby town.  And we walked around the shops in the city.

*(As compared to, say, the space of time since  I checked into the Toyota Parts and Service Center today, and the guy told me it would be about an hour and a half to repair the tire with the nail embedded in it).  

**(As compared to the length of time it took for me to find the complimentary coffee machine and the complimentary snacks and the complimentary wi-fi enabling me to carry on with this post] at the Toyota Parts and Service Center waiting area).

Yes, yes.  Got to get us home and move along to new and current tales (Such as, oh, I don't know,  nails poking holes in tires. Aargh)!.

Sunday, en route home from That Weekend, we four travelers stopped in (again) at the home of the Concert-hosting friends for a delicious and leisurely lunch (We'd gotten a gracious invitation! [I don't wish for you to suppose, Dear One, that we just dropped in, looking hungry]).  Sadly, I did not take more photos of the food we were served.  You will just have to take my word for it; it was a lavish lunch!.

And, it was at this spot, too, where we were steered toward some entertainment (previously shown to you, Viewer Dear).

After some lengthy good-byes (such beautiful weather, such a pleasant visit, such dear friends [translates, as you may know, Dear Reader, into foot-dragging),

 we were on our way home.

We left the peaceful mountains behind and drove peacefully 

and uneventfully home.  

And thus ends my historical record of

That Weekend, Dear Reader.