Upon arriving in Toledo, I went straight to Scott and Krissy's house. I met them on last year's road trip west because I couch surfed with them (http://www.couchsurfing.org/). We hit it off and have kept loosely in touch over the past year. Last year, we talked about intentional communities and traveling, and I played with their brilliant 2-year-old boy, Emerson. In the past year, they had Sylvia, whom I couldn't wait to meet.
|Scott, Emerson, & Sylvia|
|Mama Krissy joins the picture (and my flash gets weird)|
We had a cookout with a couple of their friends on my first night in town. We caught up, they asked me about my plans, and I explained that I had none after Toledo. They quickly convinced me to stay through the weekend, so I could attend the nighttime bike ride to a bar into the city for a friend's birthday on Friday night. Well, ok. If you insist.
Since Scott and Krissy are currently living with Krissy's parents (seems to be a trend these days), they didn't have room to host me. They had arranged for me to stay with Mike, a couch surfing friend of theirs. After the cookout, I drove to Mike's place, set up my bed, and crashed.
The next day, Mike was at work all day, and Scott & Krissy were both busy. I let myself sleep for over 10 hours, which helped to finally kick the head cold I'd been carrying around. (Yay for breathing!) Then I had a greasy, delicious breakfast at the diner on the corner that reminded me strikingly of the one in Twin Peaks. ("Delicious pie. Hot coffee. Friendly service.")
I spent the rest of the day re-packing my car and getting rid of an entire box of stuff (most of which Scott & Krissy took off my hands). I also walked to the Botanical Gardens,
|This dahlia is about the size of my face.|
and *accidentally* ended up back at the greasy diner for a slice of homemade cherry crumb pie a la mode.
|I ate every crumb.|
When Mike got home from work, I helped him harvest some kale, chard, peppers, tomatoes, and okra from his AMAZING garden.
|Mike in the garden. (That's a huge tobacco plant behind him to the right.)|
Mike, Scott, Krissy, and most of their friends are really into the homesteading/edible landscaping/local eating movement. I became a produce messenger between them. When heading to Mike's on the first night, Scott said, "Oh wait - I want to send some stuff with you for Mike." He gave me two pumpkins and a bag of peppers so hot that you can't touch them without gloves. When I left Mike's the next day, he said, "Oh wait - take this bag of stuff from my garden to Scott for me." Vegetables act as the currency of friendship. Love it.