Been in Stewartville, a "city" outside of Rochester in Minnesota, for the past couple days. We are staying with Dad and Megan, and having an awesome time. Stewartville has just over 5,000 people, but I think I have seen 3 of them. The airport in Rochester is called the "Rochester International Airport", but I have seen motels that are bigger. There was one baggage carousel, a desk with 3 people "working", and about 6 chairs. Not quite as small as the airport we flew into on an island in Belize (San Pedro), which was just a landing strip (read: gravel thrown over some weeds) and an outdoor sign promising that you were at an airport. At least Rochester has a building.Dad and Megan's house has a huge wooden deck that overlooks a park and some cornfields. Quite different than what we are used to looking at when we smoke outside.
I did get to play the cello for the first time in many, many years. It was great to play again, but I was only able to practice for about 30 minutes before my fingers and thumb started to blister. Today we are heading in to Minneapolis for the day.
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