L’amitié international

Each of our two AirBNB stays has now included a long boozy evening with the hosts. We all know just enough about each other’s country to empathize across linguistic and political lines with our poorer choices in Presidents, celebrate the better ones, and agree that the world is generally going to hell except of course for evenings like this one.

Somewhere in the middle of all this, little Hercule (appearances notwithstanding he is named after the Greek hero and not the Belgian detective) decided that Chuck was an acceptable port in the conversational storm, and another new friendship was born.