25 mph winds ain’t nothing
We are readying Tin for his long trip to Croatia and I was telling him who he was going to meet for the first time – and now he keeps saying, “Matko, Matko, Matko” almost like a Croatian mantra. The temperature dropped last night and I brought all the succulents into the laundry room, but 25 mph winds in New Orleans are nothing compared to the freezing, snow cold he is going to encounter in Zagreb. Snow is overrated in my opinion.