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girlsandgta · 15 days

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Could you write a fic where Tracey and Franklin are dating and she invites Franklin over for dinner and Micheal finds out that Franklin is dating his daughter but he’s happy for them and approves the relationship and in general they have a good family dinner together. Amanda can be there as well also Jimmy. Thanks!

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“Stop being so extra! It’s one night Franklin.” Tracey whined, looking up at her boyfriend.

Unfortunately for Franklin, this was not just one night. Tracey had told her family that she wanted to indroduce her new partner to them tonight, at dinner.

Except her new boyfriend was her father’s business partner.

Michael De Santa.

Michael was not going to be happy with this new turn of events, and Franklin knew this. But as much as he battled Tracey, she got her way. She always gets her way.

So Franklin agreed to it. Now he was regretting that decision.

The car came to a stop as they pulled up outside the De Santa house. Franklin looked up at the house, already panicking with what he was going to say, or do. Tracey looked over at him, putting her hand on his.

“Babe, it’s fine. Please calm down. You look like Jimmy when he does too many star jumps.” She sighed, looking at her boyfriend.

Franklin turned to her, letting out a sigh. He knew that she was right, but the idea of having dinner with her father and her family made him feel uneasy. Michael had already given him so many jobs, and now he was dating his daughter.

Franklin opened the door, getting out the car and helping Tracey out, walking to the front door. The door was opened by none other than Amanda, who had a glass of wine in her hand. She had a look on her face as if she knew that Franklin and Tracey were up to something.

Amanda turned to the two, smiling as she held the glass close to her.

The smell of steak filled the air, and Franklin knew that the cooking was probably down to Eva, their maid. Neither Michael or Amanda could cook for shit. Franklin smiled at Amanda, holding his hand out.

"Mrs De Santa, it's good to see you again." He smiled.

Amanda smiled back, taking his hand and shaking it.

“Hey Franklin! Are you okay? You look really pale.” She replied, looking at him worriedly.

Tracey nodded, wrapping her arm around Franklin.

"Yeah, I think he’s ill. Is Daddy inside?" She asked, turning to her mother.

Amanda nodded, leading the two inside.

"Yes, he's in the bedroom. I'll go get him." She said, before walking off.

Tracey smiled, before walking Franklin over to the couch, sitting him down. She knew that her boyfriend would freak out.

“Holy shit! Franklin?” A familiar voice called down from the hallway.

It was Jimmy. Standing there, in his huge t shirts and chains.

Franklin raised an eyebrow, looking up at Jimmy.

"Wassup Jimmy?" He smiled nervously.

Jimmy sat down next to him, turning his head.

“Bro, so you’re Tracey’s new boyfriend?” He asked, looking confused.

Franklin let out a sigh, nodding his head.

"Yeah man. She told me not to tell you." He admitted.

Jimmy raised his eyebrow, shaking his head.

"Damn. She really didn't want Dad to find out, huh? Dad’s gonna be pissed." He sighed.

Franklin groaned and buried his head in his hands.

“Jimmy! Fuck off!” Tracey said, pushing him.

She turned to Franklin, giving him a soft smile.

"Babe, don't worry. Okay? Daddy will be fine." She smiled, rubbing his shoulder.

Franklin shook his head, leaning into her touch.

They both looked up as they saw Amanda enter the room. Michael was walking behind her.

“Franklin? What are you doing here bro?” Michael chuckled, greeting his friend.

They all sat in silence for a couple seconds as Michael made sense of it all.

Tracey was looking at her father with a nervous smile, and Jimmy was looking away. Franklin looked down at his hands, avoiding eye contact with the older man. Michael took a deep breath.

“So, you and Tracey?” He asked, a stern look on his face.

“Yeah dude, I’m really sorry for not telling you.” Franklin stuttered, looking up at Michael nervously.

Michael paused, staring at them both.

“That’s great! I was secretly hoping you two would get together, Tracey has a thing for shitty men, but you’re a good kid.” He smiled, patting Frank on the back.

The room let out a sigh of relief, everyone smiling as they walked into the kitchen for dinner.

This wasn’t going to be a shit storm after all.

Tracey and Franklin sat together, holding hands under the table. The rest of the family sat around them, chatting about random topics.

Michael turned to his daughter and Franklin, a grin on his face. "You two make a cute couple. I'm glad my little girl has found someone special. Fuck her over and you have me to deal with though, F." He said, in a jokey kind of way, but Frank could tell he was serious.

Tracey giggled, giving her father a smile.

"Thanks daddy! She laughed, looking over at Frank and squeezing his hand.

Franklin smiled at her. He was glad that the dinner was not a complete disaster.

"It's cool Mike. And thanks for not flipping out." He said, looking over at Michael.

Michael raised an eyebrow.

"I would never flip out about this." He stated, a smile on his face.

The couple looked at each other and grinned.

A couple hours passed, and they all said their goodbyes. Franklin and Tracey got back in the car, heading back to their house.

“I’m so glad your dad was cool.” Frank sighed, pulling into the driveway.

“I told you it’d be fine! Look, the worst is over. Now all we have to focus on is us!” Trace smiled, holding Franklins hand.

Franklin leaned in and kissed her, a small grin on his face.

Yeah. This wasn't so bad after all.

#gta 5 #gta v #gtafest #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #michael de santa #tracey de santa #tracey townley #franklinclinton #Franklin Clinton #michael townley #amanda townley #amanda de santa #jimmy de santa

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ofthehands · 4 months

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Doing little sketches of the important players in the vampire AU I'm working on (working title Actual Draculas), starting with the Hardesty/ Enright family. Handwritten notes are translated under the read more if you can't read my handwriting lol.

Sally and Lefty (and Leo!)

And Franklin!

For Sally and Lefty : Sally is 37, and 5'2". She tries to dress in a way that's fashionable and practical, with clothes that both protect her from potential bites and cover scars from her initial encounter with the Sawyers. Lefty is 50, and 5'9" with a good chunk of height added by his hat. Everyone already thinks he's crazy so he just wears what seems safest (despite extreme Texas summer heat) and he carries so, so many steaks.

For Franklin: he's 40 (though he doesn't really look any different than he did 13 years ago...) He has some scars from his Hitchhiker encounter in the van, and an updated wheelchair, in part bc of the wheelchair advancements of the 80's.

These of course are their 1986/ TCM2 designs, with the og movie everybody looks 99.9999% the same. The start of the story is going to be the original 1973 incident, but I want a decent chunk to take place around the time of TCM 2, and wanted to change up their outfits a little so my normal fanart and au fanart are more distinct from each other going forward. Also being next to Sally makes Lefty look so tall, but he's shorter than every single Sawyer and LG, she's just very very small. The Hardesty/Enrights are not big people lol.

#tcm #tcm au #tcm actual draculas #lefty enright #sally hardesty #franklin hardesty #might have the first chapter of it out soon #next doodle is going to be Stretch and LG #then the Sawyers #also doing this au made me realize how small the age gap between Lefty and Sally/ Frankin is #he was 10 when his nephew was born #theres a bigger gap between the Sawyer brothers

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panickinganakin · 9 months

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stepping stones to hell ch. 11

hello!! all previous chapters can be found here! also if you’re interested you can find it on ao3, i typically post there a bit before i can update on here.

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The next few days passed in a blur. They had played more kickass shows and this tour was honestly one of the most fun they had ever done. As the second week was coming to a close Robin realized she was sad there was only a week left. However, on the opposite side of that, she was excited to go home and see Nancy.

Just like the week before the two had talked nearly every day on the phone with the exception of Monday. Nancy had a busy schedule and had to fly out for an interview. However, everyday before that they hadn’t missed an opportunity to talk to one another.

She learned so much more about Nancy. She learned her favorite flower was a pink orchid. Nancy had also mentioned that if she had to choose her very last meal it would be her mom’s twice baked potatoes and Salisbury steak but chicken cordon bleu was a close second.

There had even been a night where the band got to stay in a motel. That night Robin and Nancy had stayed on the phone until Nancy fell asleep. So Robin also learned how Nancy sounded as she fell into a deep sleep.

Robin had laid there for a while, phone pressed to her ear, listening to Nancy sleep before she finally hung up the phone and went to sleep herself.

It was finally Tuesday which meant they would have another day off tomorrow. Robin loved Nashville so playing a show in Franklin meant they were so close. She had already planned to make a trip out tomorrow and search all the local shops.

“Bubs,” Gareth called from behind Robin. She turned to see him holding up a cropped Dio shirt, her gray cargo shorts and a pair of fishnet gloves. “Eddie said wear this.”

“Why?” she sat down her eyeliner and stood up. She crossed the dressing room to take the articles of clothing from Gareth who gave a shrug in return.

“I don’t know. He said wear it. Something about how he dresses us better than we dress ourselves.” He added an eye roll for dramatic effect.

“Well, what are you wearing?” She looked over at his usual ripped jeans and Ozzy shirt.

“Me? This.”

“How come you can dress yourself?” she asked in an almost offended tone.

“Because I only spend a handful of songs out on stage.” He smiled before walking backwards toward the door.

Robin flipped her middle finger up and Gareth exited with a laugh. She waited for the door to close before she started to change into her new outfit. It was true, of course. Everything Eddie put them in was always their best looks. But, still. She at least had to pretend to be irritated because she would never admit to Eddie he was right. His ego was already big enough.

After she was in her newly assigned outfit, she finished the eyeliner she had been in the middle of when Gareth had come in. Digging through her make-up she found a dark red lipstick she decided to wear tonight. Usually she would opt out of dark make-up because washing her face on the bus was hard but tonight she would be in a hotel so it was the perfect opportunity to go all out.

She dug around her bag some more, pulling out some face glitter she had bought a couple months back. Eddie had shown her to dab some hair gel on her cheeks before dusting glitter on with a brush so the glitter would stay. She did as he had shown her before deciding on adding some to her chest and the exposed part of her stomach as well.

She took a few steps back, staring in the mirror. She looked really cool in her opinion. Feeling satisfied with herself she slid on her chucks before leaving the dressing room to venture to Eddie’s.

She knocked once before opening the door. Eddie was sitting in a chair and Steve was using a comb to tease parts of Eddie’s hair before spraying hair spray. “Damn, Bucks. You look badass,” Eddie grinned.

“Thank you! I thought the glitter added a nice touch.”

“Indeed,” he grinned.

Steve looked up from Eddie’s hair and smiled, “You look great.”

“Oh my god he learned to compliment you. It’s been years. This is incredible,” Eddie mused. Steve rolled his eyes and flicked Eddie’s ear who gave a dramatic yelp.

“What’s the occasion?” Robin asked, taking a seat on the floor in front of them. She motioned at her outfit then at Eddie’s more-eccentric-than-usual outfit.

Eddie bounced his leg quickly and Steve touched his shoulder, “Calm down.”

“We have guests tonight.”

“Who?”

“You’ll see,” Eddie gave a quick smile but it fell quickly. It was hard to read his expression but she was almost sure he was nervous.

She watched him wring his hands before he started to twist his rings. “Why are you nervous?” she finally asked.

Eddie bit his lip, “Do you know who played in Nashville last night that our record label invited to come to the show?”

“Who?” Robin raised an eyebrow, a little more confused now. The guest was an artist?

It wasn’t unusual for musicians to show up with VIP and watch side stage. In fact, they had met a lot of people in the industry because of their shows. However, Robin had never seen Eddie so nervous to meet someone.

“Metallica is going to be here. James, Jason, Kirk and Lars. All of them.”

Robin felt her jaw drop. Why did they want to see Corroded Coffin? I mean she knew they were good but Metallica was huge. How often were they able to make time for smaller bands? I mean, it’s true, Corroded Coffin was on the cusp of pretty heavy fame. A whole sold out tour? 5,000 people every night? That wasn’t small.

Robin just stared at Eddie, blinking. “W-what? Why would you tell me that? What if I fuck up?”

“Pffft, not possible. You’re practically the best drummer ever.” Steve said in a nice tone. “See. Compliment.”

Robin rolled her eyes; she knew that was not true at all. She hadn’t even been drumming for ten years of her life. She was good, she did know that. She had practiced hard to get this good in the time since she started. But, she wasn’t even close to a legend. Not to mention everyone else in the band had been playing their instruments years before she started. “I’m gonna be sick.” She announced, standing up.

“Where are you going?” Steve questioned after her.

“To find a heavy traffic sidewalk to lay on!” She shouted back as she walked through the door.

To say Robin was nervous would have been an understatement. She stood in the hall, trying to hold her hands together to keep them from shaking. Which was nearly impossible.

Down the hall she could hear a group of voices approaching, one of which was Steve’s. He was introducing people as he passed them. She knew he was with the band. They must have arrived not long ago and he was walking them down since the show was starting soon. Damn. Steve was truly cut out for the management job. He sounded so professional and calm when he motioned at Robin.

“Oh, this is Robin Buckley, our drummer.” Steve said with a huff followed by a smile. Though he sounded collected she could see his eyelid twitch when he looked at her. He was hiding his nervousness considerably well.

James held out his hand for Robin to shake followed by Jason, Lars and Kirk. “Huge fan of you guys, it’s crazy you're here,” she said, trying to make sure the tremble in her voice wasn’t noticeable.

“Likewise. We were psyched to hear you guys were playing tonight while we were still in town. We’ve been trying to catch a show for awhile,” James offered with a smile.

A while?! What the fuck did that mean? Metallica knew who they were and apparently had known for ‘a while’. What. The. Fuck. This made her chest feel slightly cold. She couldn’t blow this.

James turned to say something to Eddie who gave Robin a huge, shocked smile. Robin gave him a thumbs up before starting her walk to the curtain. She could hear the crowd chanting for the band which normally thrilled her but tonight made her feel more nervous.

“Here,” Gareth said, meeting her with a bottle of water. He glanced at the rest of the band in disbelief where they stood conversing with Metallica. “Can you believe this shit?”

“No!” Robin said quickly in a whisper. “Like, what the fuck? Right? It doesn’t seem real. Them? Us? A while? What the fuck?” she whispered.

“Dude, I know! I thought Eddie was lying. I almost shit a brick when I walked out and seen Lars fucking Ulrich standing two feet away from me.”

Robin felt better knowing she wasn’t the only one shocked. She sighed and grabbed Gareth’s shoulder. “Tell me I can do this.”

“Are you kidding?” He placed both hands on her shoulders and shook her easily. “You’ve got this shit! You’re gonna go out there and blow their minds.” He ruffled her hair slightly before a crew member of the venue called for thirty seconds.

She bounced on her toes anxiously, waiting for the cue to go. It didn’t take long before she, Lance and Jeff crossed the stage with Eddie a few seconds behind. The room erupted in cheers.

She took her seat, unable to see much of the room from the lights spilling over the stage and moving quickly. She waited for Jeff to start, followed by Lance before taking her sticks and bringing them down, falling into her usual rhythm.

Fog flowed over the stage from the machines set up at both ends of the stage. The lights changed to red as Eddie stepped up to the microphone and started to sing.

Robin was trying hard to focus on her breathing as well as keeping her time. You do this multiple nights a week, you’re fine.

They’re normal people just like you, Eddie, Lance, Gareth and Jeff.

She pushed her foot against the kick pedal and blew out a breath.

The first song came to an end and they immediately fell into the second song. She felt herself becoming less nervous as the song finished. She rested her arms in her lap for a second after adjusting her in-ear monitors. Eddie always talked for a minute between the second and third song.

Gareth rushed some water to her as Eddie whistled into the mic. “Franklin Tennessee, holy shit. You guys have really packed the house tonight.” He paused, giving them time to cheer. “Tonight we have some very special guests in the house. Some back here and I also see a familiar face down in the crowd.”

Robin raised an eyebrow, trying to see if she could notice whoever it was Eddie was talking about. The glare of the light shining right down on him made it impossible for her to see around. “Anyways, we just want to say thank you guys for always showing up. Did you know this leg of our tour is completely sold out?” As Eddie continued Robin pulled out one of her in-ears so she could hear just how loud the crowd actually was.

Her eyes widened. This was the best show yet. Wait until Wheeler hears about this. She thought.

Eddie finished up his speech and the band started on the next song. Robin looked around at the fans as the lights started to dim finally. She saw a woman with short wavy dark hair smiling directly at her. Robin’s heart skipped a beat.

Nancy was here.

Robin couldn’t help but smile in her direction. No one else in the crowd would have known but Nancy did. She held up a hand and gave a small wave at Robin.

Robin smiled again before stomping on the kick pedal. Seeing Nancy here seemed to make all of her anxiety about playing this show ebb away. An overwhelming feeling of confidence washed over Robin and seemed to extend right out of her hands as she continued to play.

Focusing on the show as best as she could, she only took a second to wonder why Nancy was here while she stopped for water. She met Steve at the curtain for water as Eddie took the stage with Jeff and their acoustic guitars. “What’s Nancy doing here?”

Steve smiled and shrugged, “I don’t know.” Robin raised an eyebrow and Steve raised his hands defensively, “I’ll let her explain it. But dude! You’re killing out there. And those guys,” Steve pointed his thumb in the direction of Metallica, “are eating it up. Keep it up!”

Robin waited for Eddie and Jeff to be almost to the end of the song before running back out to her platform and sitting herself on the stool. Nancy was singing along to the song but stopped to smile at Robin when she watched her return. Robin smiled, looking down at her hands, she knew everyone could see her face turning red if they were paying attention to her.

As they started the last half of their set Robin couldn’t help but to continue to steal glances at Nancy. Everytime she looked at Nancy, she was bouncing around, never missing a lyric or beat.

Damn. Tonight was wild. Metallica and Nancy had shown up, more than likely to surprise her. She couldn’t wait to tell Nancy how this really was the best show so far.

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #stranger things #st4 #the fruity four #fruity four #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #corroded coffin #corroded coffin au #steddie confirmed #stranger things fanfic #nancy x robin #nancy wheeler x robin buckley #nancy wheeler is gay #stepping stones #writing #fanfic

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rabbitcruiser · 10 months

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National French Fries Day

French fries are a staple of fast food restaurants and diners, often being paired with hamburgers and cheeseburgers. A simple food consisting of potatoes—and maybe some salt—they are one of the most popular side dishes in the world. They are celebrated today by being made at home or eaten at restaurants.

French fries were most likely invented in Belgium, not France, but potatoes are native to South America. In 1537, Spanish explorer Jiménez de Quesada found them in a village in Colombia. They were soon brought to Spain, and became known as “truffles.” They were small and bitter at the time, but better versions were soon cultivated. There was some resistance to potatoes in Europe, but they eventually caught on.

By most accounts, French fries were created in Belgium in the late seventeenth century, in the valley of the Meuse River, between Dinant and Liège. It was here that small fried fish were often eaten. When the weather was especially harsh, the river froze to a thickness that made it difficult to catch fish. It was then that potatoes began being cut in long strips similar to fish and were fried in their place. This story is aided in that Spain controlled some of Belgium at the time, and it was Spain who had introduced potatoes to the continent. Some believe that French fries weren’t created in Belgium until the eighteenth century.

Another theory posits that French fries were indeed created in France, but most believe this was after the Belgians had already invented them. Antoine-Augustin Parmentier was taken captive during the Seven Years’ War (1756-1763) and had been given potatoes while in prison in Prussia. Although potatoes had long been used as hog feed in France and had been thought to cause disease, even being banned in 1748 because of a belief that they caused leprosy, Parmentier found them to be an enjoyable and healthy food.

After getting out of prison, Parmentier advocated for their culinary use. They were legalized in France in 1772, but Parmentier still faced resistance when he promoted them. He began hosting dinner parties with dignitaries such as Benjamin Franklin, King Louis XVI, and Queen Marie Antoinette and served them potatoes. Finally, after a famine in 1785, potatoes became more popular throughout France. Fries, or “frites,” soon were being made. They were particularly popular in Paris, where they were sold by pushcart vendors. This was about a century after fries are thought to have been invented in Belgium, and it is unknown if France came up with the idea on its own, or got the idea from Belgium.

It is believed that it was from France that French fries made their way to the United States and the United Kingdom. In 1802, Thomas Jefferson had the White House chef, Frenchman Honoré Julien, make “potatoes served in the French manner.” He described them as “potatoes deep-fried while raw, in small cuttings.“ This is an early instance of them being referred to as “French.” According to the Encyclopedia of American Food and Drink, “French” does not refer to the country, but instead to a method of cutting called “frenching,” where potatoes are cut into narrow strips. In America, fries were usually called “French fried potatoes” until the 1930s, when they started being called “French fries.” It was through American fast food restaurants that French fries were introduced to the non-European world. In France they are known as “pommes frites,” in Spain they are “patatas fritas,” and in the United Kingdom they are known as “chips.”

There are many variations of French fries, such as curly, waffle, crinkle-cut, and steak fries. They can be made Cajun-style, be covered with chili and cheese, or be used to make poutine. Fries are usually fried in lard or vegetable oil, but they can be baked in the oven as well. Commercial fries usually come frozen, precut, and partially cooked. French fries are often eaten with condiments. Ketchup is preferred in America, while mayonnaise is popular in parts of Europe, and malt vinegar is commonly used in Britain.

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Celebrate the day by eating French fries! You could make some at home, or grab some at a restaurant. You could have them at a fast food restaurant such as McDonald’s, or eat them at one of the best places to have french fries in the country.

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libraryofva · 1 year

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Recent Acquisition - Ephemera Collection

Bradford's Restaurant, Sea Food and Steak House, 2523 Franklin Road, Roanoke, Virginia. Dial 2-3616. MENU.

#menu #food #restaurant #dining #Roanoke #VA #Virginia #vintage #ephemera

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chaletnz · 2 years

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A Day of Border Crossings

At 3:30am I was up at in the shower, and by 4:30am my packed bag was up on top of the bus and I was sitting on the bus in the darkness with a ham and cheese sandwich in a box on my lap - breakfast to go from the hotel. I don't know if anyone ate their sandwich and most were thrown in the bin or given to street dogs. We only left a few minutes later than scheduled as everyone was actually on time and ready to go. We sat in the darkness for the drive of about an hour to get to the border with Honduras. We joined a long line of people waiting to cross and half the group ended up getting split further back, I ended up with the quick ones first off the bus and then a nun/sister ended up in line behind me. There didn't seem to be any movement at the border so I asked her in my broken Spanish if the border opened at 6am since we had arrived about 30 minutes early. This had been my hunch the whole time, that we were up very early to wait for the border to open and then be among the first to cross. Walter brought us slips of paper to fill out with our passport details and while I waited for the others in front of me to use the communal pen and pass it back, the sister tapped me on the shoulder and let me borrow her pen to fill out my card - a little Spanish conversation can go a long way it seems! We stood around for a while as the sun rose around the mountains and then Walter summoned us to follow him quickly as he had somehow got us permission to skip the line and pass through! We lined up and had our photo taken at the border and then hopped back in the van to carry on driving to our breakfast spot. The typical Honduran breakfast is a baleada which is a tortilla filled with eggs, beans, and cheese. Walter told us the story of the woman who invented the baleada and gangs approached her for bribe money to be left alone since her dish had become so famous and she was selling so many baleadas. She refused to pay the gangs, ended up getting shot, but never gave in to them and continued making food. The name La Baleada translates to "the shot woman" when people would say where they got their breakfast from. The gas station we went to made these for a couple dollars each, I didn't get one as it has eggs which disagree with me a lot of the time. Instead I had a cappuccino with a fruit salad which only cost about $4 all up. The drive through Honduras was very uneventful and in the heat of the day we crossed the border into Nicaragua which took much longer and while we did get priority access, it was just one single line rather than the four we'd had into Honduras. But we finally made it across and arrived in Leon in the afternoon to pouring rain. There was a little cat lying on the reception counter to pat, and then we had a meeting with Franklin who was selling us on our activity for tomorrow - volcano boarding. We all signed up, paid, and put down our preferences for a drink - Coke, Powerade, or beer. Then Walter took us for a walk around the nearby streets of Leon to the central plaza near the church. We had reservations for dinner at El Sesteo where a jolly woman called Julia took great care of us and gave us all nicknames in Spanish so she could remember us and what we ordered. I went for a steak sandwich and chips which came with a cheesy bean sauce as well as ketchup. It was alright, I had gone for something a little cheaper as this restaurant seemed to be more pricey than I'd expected for Nicaragua but I guess this was the prime location right by the church (Cathedral-Basilica of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary) so we were tourists playing top dollar! After dinner we returned to the hotel for a rest and preparing our gear for the next day, then we headed out for some drinks at Sundance Bar where no one could speak Spanish and Walter wasn't there so I was left taking charge and translating for half the group with my broken Duolingo Spanish!

#Honduras #Nicaragua #Leon

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socojava-blog · 2 years

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Kensington blue

Lake Tahoe

The Weeknd

Brü & Brü fries

The Pope

Purple

Adventure Time

Handmaid's tale

The alley

The Lair

Molly

"Hey Google, Lisa's here"

Kennebunkport

Bed Peace

The Playlist

Raspberry vodka shots

Drake - Hold on, We're Going Home

The missing heart earring

Dancing for me to Mila J "Main One" in my living room

Rum Chata

This Must be the Place

Bike ride to the city the day Trump lost PA

Raisins, brah

Moving furniture, lots of furniture

Rick & Morty

Asheville

"Do you love me?" In that lil voice.

I'm a cat, I'm a kitty cat, and I meow meow meow and I meow meow meow"

"Skiddily do"

Babby <3

Complaining about you hurting me when popping pimples

Your half smile especially when you throw your hair back and run your fingers through it.

Where you at? On my way. How far? On my way.

Milkboy breakfasts

When you took me from work and bought me boots

Palmyra Day

Locust Rendezvous

You watching Facebook and YouTube videos at max volume on your phone

Lunch Island

Hershey Park

Your hair tie on my wrist

Christmas decorating

Drawing together with a subject and a timer

Free shavocado

Raven Lounge

Xmas Eve mushrooms

Maria

Fishtown

Blah blah blah

Niagra Falls trip

Reading me your Facebook drama

Wacky Zackys

Pub 2900

Pen pineapple apple pen

Steve's Prince of Steaks

Tinsel, Java, Purrloin, Pancake, Scrapple, Kika

"Lair hangs"

Texting each other bridge is up

Cheer competitions

Ocean Casino Resort

Combining two words into one

Seacrets

Ocean City MD

The patio

Pennypack

"I like yer germs"

Turning Point breakfasts with mom

Jim Thorpe

Snowboarding

alol

Eagles Superbowl parade

"as you wish"

Blunts

The tray

IKEA trips

Rollerskating

Lair-eaze Lounge

Sheet metal rose

Snowboarding with Dani

Singing karaoke to me in Chinatown; Flaws and All

Singing for me in Fishtown on Frankford Ave

Bike rides in Pennypack

I Could Pee on This

Holiday Skate

Cooking dinner and drinks and music

Golden Monkey

Baths together

OCNJ

Family dinner chaos

Shop Rite

Vans

Changing outfits for me

The attic renovation

Star Wars room

MOD Pizza

Galaxy wall

Putting an injured pitbull into a police cruiser

The Family Guy mobile game

Butter brickle

'Buy Nothing' drops and pickups

Treasure Day

"b"

Gallo's Seafood

The quick ride on the tandem bike

The river

Fabrika

Wrestling

Taking William to and from karate

Egg hunt

Prime rib

Milanese

Painting rooms, you being the cutter and me the roller

Halloween skate at the Fillmore

Skating the Schuylkill river trail

Leaving $80 worth of food outside and late nights

You analyzing my moles and saying "I don't like it, it's got to go"

Red Lobster

Kisses

Hugs

The drawing, the tattoo

Skelly suit

Rainbow Optx glasses

White grape

Uncontrollable laughter at the hotel desk

Stickers on the vending machine

Bottle Bar

White Castle

Reading Terminal

Getting tattoos together half drunk

11th Street

"Happens"

"No peeper." "I can still taste the peeper"

Chromeo Old 45's

Franklin Institute

Socks

My favorite bathing suit on you

Fishtown Tavern mushrooms

Pho 20

Dim Sum Garden on Xmas

beanies

Skating in Reno

Kotex Super Plus

Astronaut earrings

Snapchat

"That one fam that nobody talks about"

Zelda doormat

Corner store

Happiness

saying I love you and meaning it

What We Do In The Shadows

Pandemic

Hosting Thanksgiving

I wanna build more.

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