LAST NOVEMBER, I wrote about a Sunday drive. If you wish, you can revisit it here. During most of last month, due to the gasoline crisis that left most gas stations empty, we didn’t drive anywhere for fun, just necessity.
But we’re back to normal with the gas stations, so we took a ride around our huge lake yesterday. The principal objective was to eat lunch in a restaurant named Campestre Alemán. We just call it the German restaurant.
I shot photos and videos so you could feel like you were with us.
I filmed this video from our table which overlooked the restaurant’s man-made lake, complete with geese.
Here are our plates of goulash. Campestre Alemán serves a mean goulash. I intended to order white German sausage, but it wasn’t available.
This is a photo of another of the restaurant customers. I took this shot because I liked the look of the woman. She did not notice me.
Having downed the goulash, we hopped back in the Honda and continued the circular route around the lake. Minutes later, we passed the restaurant where my child bride and I had our first date 18 years ago.
She was so nervous she wanted to bring a niece along for the ride. Luckily, the niece begged off, so we were on our own, as we have remained for almost 17 years.
Continuing along, we passed this odd house, so I braked to take a photo. Some folks exhibit lots of imagination with little money.
I later spotted this clothesline and the lake beyond.
It was at the end of our jaunt that I shot the video at the very top. We were almost home. The Hacienda is only about mile farther.
Sometimes it’s good to get out of the house.