THE THREE M’S MEET AGAIN.

We call ourselves the Three M’s, that is in Madaline, Michal and Mary. When Michal Houston moved to South Carolina, it seemed as though we would no longer be a trio.  Michal is visiting the West Coast  for an extended stay and we managed to get together. With Michal away, and me on the road so much, it was that much more meaningful that we could connect.

Madaline Krska won her election as Clerk Recorder two years ago and has a bag and sunglasses with her initials on it. Her win didn’t go to her head. She discovered a famous designer who has the same initials. Her best accessory has always been a marvelous smile.

Michal Houston has lived in many places and I was disappointed when she moved to the East Coast.  But, you know, here it is, a year later and we are together and catching up on each others lives. She has the most amazing knack for making friends, a talent developed by being a friend. She can move from Coast to Coast, and on this trip, up to Oregon and back, to Mexico and find friends wherever she roams.

It’s been a tradition to meet at Camps, always share a cocktail or dinner-this time lunch. And who can get enough girl talk?  We spent a happy three hours before it was time to part.

We didn’t change the world, but we cemented our good friendship and promised to meet again.  And, at Camps, we think the waiters are trained to take pictures for their customers.  It was fun, but too short, though nice to know we will do it again.

 

 

EXOTIC DAR ESSALAM

Yesterday we had new tires put on the Motor Home, about a six-hour job. We knew nothing about the town of Wilsonville, except their Camping World gave us the best price on tires. We took the Bronco out and did some shopping on the way to the library.  Three different people we asked for a good place to have lunch  told us about Dar Essalam and we weren’t disappointed. The proprietors are personal and friendly. They bring you homemade houmus with pita points on a gorgeous plate.

The decor is plush and covers every inch of the place making you feel like you’ve walked into the Alhambra or Taj’ Mahal.

Their specialty mint tea tastes nothing like what I try to make at home. Delish. The teapot itself is unique. The server lifts it high in the air and pours it into a small, colorful glass and continually fills it during the meal.

Jim ordered chicken kabobs and I ordered the lamb with condiments in a pita wrap.  Both are served with a side that you choose. We both opted for the saffron rice and it was real saffron, not diluted with turmeric.

We found out Wilsonville has a population of 16,000. To find a Moroccan restaurant of such quality in a town of this size I think is unusual.

I kind of went goofy in the place taking pictures. But, suffice it to say, the food was delicious the service excellent the price medium. You can’t go wrong.

And then Leslie, from Perfect Look cut my hair. I tried to grow it a bit longer, but wash and wear is the only way to go on the road-for me anyway.

Again, for a town of this size, they had a beautiful visitors center. We only planned the one night here, so we didn’t go in. This beautiful sculpture stood outside of the building, and I never pass a beautiful sculpture if I can help it.  We never did get to the library.