A Rainy Day in Vilnius

It has rained every day since we arrived. The temperatures have been in the sixties. This is not the Lithuania we have come to know so well. We sit at the outside tables despite the rain. Jim is trying to ignore the raindrops that were running down his neck.

The skyline is so pretty in Old Town. They say there are no two crosses alike in Vilnius. We are endeavoring to check this out for ourselves. We have walked all through the Old Town over the years we have been coming here.

After a full day of teaching, we meet at Sopranos for an evening ice cream. The camaraderie makes this venture such a wonderful adventure summer after summer.

Alberto tells a story about when his family first came to America. His mother did not speak English. When she wanted to mail a letter home, she took it to the post office, held it in one hand as she mimed licking the stamp and pasting it on the envelope. Then she smacked the stamp as the plane took off, indicating that it should be an air mail stamp.

And now it is time to take the bus back to the PPRC.