SFO to SEA

I'm sitting at my gate the airport, waiting for boarding.

Last night, my godmother called to say that they've arrived in Stockton. I thought I wouldn't have a chance to see them, but, around 6pm, Dee noticed a small woman pass by the window and ring the doorbell. We looked at each other wondering who it might be.

It took me a couple of seconds to recognize Ninang Rosie. Uncle Pol came to the door soon after she came in. They decided to come and visit us anyway since I was leaving the next day.

After hellos and introductions to the kids ("She's Ninang Lea's ninang." "Ninang" means "godmother".), Mom and Ninang Rosie decided to go out for dinner. Dee and family had Bible study scheduled that night, so it was just me, Mom, Ninang Rosie, and Uncle Pol.

We went to an Italian restaurant on Lone Tree Way with Uncle Pol driving their rental car and me giving directions.

Both Uncle Pol and I had the honey-pecan salmon salad. Yum. Mom had lasagna which she only half-finished. Ninang Rosie had meatballs and spaghetti which she barely ate and had to box up. But in the end, we shared a tiramisu that was *very* good.

Then they dropped us off.

I had a hard time falling asleep in the evening, so I only have four hours of sleep. Maybe less. So, I think I'll be plopping into bed as soon as I get home.