Usbeki-style bread anyone? Who knew what we were living without? A five minute walk from out house is a row of kiosks, we go to one to buy fruit and veggies, and right next to it is this place selling the bread. They are about 45 cents each and are cooked in a wood-burning oven. When you buy them from the little window–you can see the woman behind Camille placing her order–they are usually too hot to hold.
I made an apple crisp today too.
Just when I'd gotten rid of the last box, the contents of the coat closets from Portland arrived. Also the piano. Back to arranging and unpacking.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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