05/12/2022
If you had asked me when we left on our journey to finish the RV bus, “When are you coming home?” I would have said March.
A good friend of my husband said, “You’ll never want to come back.”
Turns out, the friend was right. We are now homesteading Out West. The sign by the highway says Old Route 66 Los Angeles/Las Vegas, but looking at the juniper hill tops couldn’t feel further from “civilization.” I still get to make falafels, but for visitors, now. There is quite a story to this, maybe someday I can blog about it.
The food wagon will still be seen downtown, but in a different capacity, run by very kind folks who will be doing outreach in the downtown area, feeding free hot meals to those in need.