This is from Maria - the Christmas spirit reigns.
My garage, two valleys over from the mountain I live on and about 500 meters lower, is neighbor to a lovely family of five: the car-fixing, tool-lending dad, the garden-growing, food-fixing mom, and three wonderfully polite and helpful boys, who have more than once helped me get a motorcycle on or off my truck. I write them a card every Christmas with my best wishes and thanks for their help and kindness.
This evening, when I was trading vehicles at the garage -
a motorcycle that goes to work, for a truck that goes home to the mountain -
the mom of that family caught up with me and returned the sentiment, together with a box of homemade truffles. They sure are good...