My mind began to meander. Ihad to concentrate to remember where I was.I have no idea how long I wandered lost inside the Barnes house buteventually I ...tumbled out the back door into the yard. I sucked fresh airinto my lungs trying to clear my head still cluttered with disjointedthoughts. I could feel the effects of the fog on my face and hands, thesmell of minty citrus strong in my nose. I wanted to get home and showerit off. Struggling to my feet, I stumbled several times in my attempts towalk.. " It was then that noticed Angie'scostume. She was in a white tux and white shoes. All white, vest bowtie, ruffle shirt, you name it, it was white. This was not Sinatra.There were also three others behind her dressed the same way. It wasn'tgoing to be just Angie and me. This was an ensemble cast."We decided to try something new as long as we have a new partner. Weare doing the Temptations' song My Girl, Just like the record. You willdance between us as we sing to you like we are serenading you.. We were here to soak it all in. I wanted Bill to see where my family was from. I wanted to feel the magic of ancestry. At the top of the hill overlooking vast green fields dotted with thatched cottages, we found the ruins of what was once a monks’ abbey. Grass and weeds had grown through its foundation and vines twined their way around half-standing walls. All at once, I felt a hush and a pause as I surveyed the scene. Something about those ruined abbeys and castles held for me a beautiful. She’s from Canada and has never been to the beach before. I have the windows down so that she can get the smell of the salty air. Its thick with the warm moisture from the Gulf of Mexico. I find a nice area to park the truck and we get out. I let her go get her toes wet while I set up our camp for the night. I pitch a canopy to provide us shade. I set of the tent for my Avalanche pickup. It fits in the bed of my truck with a nice mattress in the back. Near the canopy, I dug a 3’ hole and placed.