One of my sisters has become so used to having her (lovely and incredibly well-organised) husband arrange every aspect of all their travel, that when she & I flew to the UK many years ago, we got off the plane and she turned to me and asked, “Did you bring some UK cash for me?” Um, no. You’re 40 years old, with a successful career, and I don’t want children of my own. (We found a cash machine later that day.)
And my younger sister is so go-with-the-flow that, I swear, if I suggested that we would spend the afternoon weeding the vineyards here in PEC, she’d just shrug and say, “sure”.
But LR did have one good idea – each of us was to be responsible for one dinner in the RV. Excellent. So far I’ve had an amazing club sandwich dinner with a blue cheese wedge salad (thank you MW – and they were toasted without having a toaster in the RV), and a delicious lemon chicken orzo with a yummy gooey feta topping (thank you LR – pastas are pretty much made with the exact same ingredients, but somehow orzo just tastes the best). I’m doing salmon in a lemon dill sauce with new potatoes and a chive creamed spinach tomorrow night.