Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Dear Pedro

Hi Pedro!

I think you may be only person who reads this blog. Wanted to let you
know we made it home safely and are unpacking all the tortilla
espanolas we've had stowed away in our luggage these past weeks. We're
eating them now and feeling the memories. More soon.


Blogger Enrique Urueta said...

You have at least two readers, Senor Nachtrieb.

3:04 PM  
Blogger Pedro said...

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2:29 AM  
Blogger Pedro said...

Hi American Pedro -it seems this is your new name-. I´m glad to know that you are OK althoughs when I looked at that tennis picture I thought you went crazy ;-)

So now Ali is gonna force me to pose for another picture :-(

Take it easy and enjoy tortilla espaÑola :-)

12:32 PM  
Anonymous Carlito said...

Well, every once in a while I look to see what dancing Peter has been doing lately, but... I don't even see how one contacts Peter... I mean, he's in San Francisco, and everyone out there is so social and doing things all the time, it's no wonder. I have a house in California, in fabulous Sacramento. I don't think there is any place else in this country where out of five people you meet in the street, one is homeless, two are permanently on drugs, one is a politician, and the other one MAY be decent. No wonder Peter lives in San Francisco. I don't get to Sacramento very often, I live in New York. But, you know, Sacramento does have it's good points. One, it isn't far from great skiing, two, it isn't far from Calistoga, and three it isn't far from San Francisco. - I used to spend great days just wandering around the city, exploring, what a great place. BUT, I never bumped into Peter. Well, I guess there are a lot of people there. Too bad. Anyway, (oh, in California, you say, "AnywayS"), maybe I'll get out to CA this winter, if I don't go skiing in Oesterreich wo ich feur einige Jahre gewohnt habe.
So, before I leave for the continent, if anybody knows how to contact Peter, (I mean, he DOES exist, I'm sure), please let me know. - Dining at the hotel Paris this summer I kept expecting him to walk up and say, "oh, by the way, I'm Peter"... but alas, he didn't. There are some thing that just don't happen in this life I guess. .... well, maybe..
and yes, even though We speak German, I can't remember what Nachtrieb means... how foolish of me. But, what I really want to know is, will Peter, or someone, really dance for me????

3:40 PM  

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