On April 27th an American Airlines plane touched down in Memphis. Nothing special, except that it had Wiet’s parents on board (and a suitcase full of presents from friends and family in Belgium; thank you!) It was a warm hello again. The next day another one of those planes landed, this time bringing our friends Inge, Alain and Raf with it. Suddenly our apartment was housing seven people. 

After everybody got over the worst jet lag hangover, the whole group set out to see the city, sometimes together, sometimes in separate groups. Wiet had to go to work, unfortunately, but we often met for lunch. After a few days Wiet’s parents set out for the Gulf coast in Florida, and a few days later our friends left for Natchez, Mississippi. On Sunday we took a train to New Orleans and met up with everybody there. For two days we roamed the Big Easy. Then we went separate ways again: Raf went home, Inge and Alain went to Florida and Wiet’s parents went to Natchez. We took a train back to Memphis. On Thursday Wiet’s parents arrived in Memphis again, and we all spent more time with Heather’s family. Heather’s parents organised a wonderful barbecue for friends and family. And on Saturday we drove down to aunt Cathy and uncle James in Fulton, Mississippi. We spent a day playing washers, frying fish and listening to stories of the old days. Coming back from Mississippi we were almost blown away by a tornado. Wiet’s parents had a truly Southern experience.

We loved to have our visitors. They charged our batteries again. And it was plain comfortable to hear Dutch around us again for a while. So let that be an invitation to you, dear reader: you’re welcome.