Cheilíuir mé aríst

Bím ag scríobh seo ar feadh mo leathanta saoire i gCalifoirnea Thuas. Bhí dith mór agam ag dul amach an blianta seo. Tá lucht obair go leor agam faoi deireadh ann.

Bheul, Léna agus mise ag cuir cuairt leis ár cháirde dhíl Crios agus Bob a teach tabhairne anseo inné. Tú ábalta féiceail beirt againn os cionn. Tá muidsa ina baile beag ainmithe "Pescadero" ag imeall an Aigéin Chiúin.

D'ith muid ansin aréir. Búnaithe i 1894, tá bialann ag raibh stad coiste agus an áit chun uisce beatha trádála. Rognaith mé iasc a tógadh go háitiúil, leis beoir, anraith, agus toirtín sméar dubh. ar ndóigh.

Ina theannta sin, tá mé ag léamh úrscéal is mór le Pól Scott de reír An India ar feadh an Dara Cogadh Domhanda inniu. Is leabhar is faide go raibh mé ag féicthe ar feadh tamaille. Ach, béidh mé bain sult as agam é, gan amhras.

Cheilíuir mé mo lá breithe agus comóradh fiche bliain ó chead an tseachtaine seo caite. Tá mé sásta é seo a dhéanamh leis Bob agus Crios suas an crannaí ruadh anois. Bím ag tnúth leis an gach blianta.

I celebrate again. 

I'm writing this during my holidays in Northern California. I had a great need to get away this year. I had a great deal of work lately.

Well, Layne and myself paid a visit with our dear friends Chris and Bob to this tavern yesterday. You're able to see the two or us above. We ourselves are in the little town called "Pescadero" near the Pacific Ocean.

We ate there last night. Founded in 1894, the restaurant was a (stage)coach stop and a place for trading whiskey. I chose fish caught locally, with beer, soup, and {ollala}berry pie, of course.

Otherwise, I am reading a massive novel by Paul Scott concerning India during the Second World War today. It's the longest I have seen for a while. But, I will enjoy it, without a doubt.

I celebrated my birthday and my twenty-first anniversary this past week. I am happy to do this with Bob and Chris under the redwoods now. I look forward to this every year. (Grianghraf le/photo by Crios!)