The second week, we went down to Gruene (pronounced like the color green) and visited a couple of Mom and Dad's old haunts from back in the mid 70s. Way back then they both worked at one of the canoe rentals on the Guadalupe River.
For those of you who have not met them, let me introduce Glenn and Jill, quite possibly the best parents in the world.
Here they are at the old Gruene Dance Hall, sitting at the very tables they did on many a night so many years ago.
We ate lunch at the Gristmill, which one of their friends had just begun building when they were there. The setting was beautiful, the food was excellent, and the company delightful.
I wish that I had more pictures of the rest of us, but the camera tends to point towards the cutest thing around, which usually happens to be Tiernan. Oh well.
It took Tiernan a while to warm up to his 'Poppers', but by the second week they were pretty good buds.
They liked blowing raspberries at each other
And Poppers introduced him to the time-honored Cotita tradition of looking for fuzzies in between your toes. I remember doing it with him, too.
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