Ah, the smell of gas in the morning

Sergio and I have been suffering from a touch of homesickness lately. I think we are learning that when this happens, doing something familiar from your former hometown helps. It is why we sometimes eat at chain restaurants, or how we end up at a Barnes and Noble instead of a Borders. So this morning when we were talking about how we should spend our Sunday, Sergio had a ready answer. At around 11 am this morning, you could find us in Vancouver, Washington, pumping our own gas.