The old man and his motorcycle.

I'm spending a week at my parents house. I don't really know anybody around here, so it can get a little boring sometimes. But I have things to work on that need to get done anyway.

I called a friend of mine up that I haven't seen in nearly a year. He drives a motorcycle. We call him "Captain" because his first name is Kirk, but he's about as unlike Cpt. Kirk as anybody could get. Long hair, thin(well Cpt. Kirk used to thin but not anymore), and soft spoken. We had chinese and talked about what had happened over the past year and where God was taking us.

I think that that's my favorite part about friendship. You get to catch up with eachother over chinese, laugh about old times, and then laugh even harder about new times.

Well, Captian, here's to courage and friendship!


P.S. My program that I use for posting pics is being delinquent, so the cool pictures of the city Christmas lights in Sintra, Portugual will have to wait.