Adventures in the land of San-Francisco.

Recently - on this past Sunday, in fact - I went to visit my grandparents.

With me came my good friend, Mr. Ballos.


He had gone there to visit a mutual acquaintance, Mssr. Xeno.

Xeno was quite well read...


...and appreciated the virtues of delicious fruit.


First, though, Mr. Ballos had to go to the bathroom.


He washed his hands afterwards, as any decent person would.


He stopped at a bookshelf, observing the contents. Can you identify the book on the bottom?


Then he lounged around for a little while with some relatives. I introduced him.


Finally, the dramatic occasion came: the meeting of the minds!


The tension was broken when Mssr. Xeno offered an apple to Mr. Ballos. They shook hands.


Then came time for the Passover dinner. Mr. Ballos read from the Haggadah, leading us in a recitation of the plagues...


...and ate some delicious matzah.


Afterwards, he was pressed into cleaning up.


Then he shared one last apple with Mssr. Xeno...


Took another trip to the bathroom...


..washing his hands afterwards - better safe than sorry! -


rolled toward the door


opened it


and left.


Goodbye, Mr. Ballos!


This house will miss you.


FOREVER.








(I was given a camera with no listed objective. This was the logical result.)