Dessert with Anyck

The day after Christmas, our neighbor, Anyck, invited us over to her house for dessert and to visit. We went to church that morning, then walked over to her house which is three houses away from ours.

She showed us her plans for adding a deck on to the back yard and some changes she's going to make around her swimming pool, then we came inside and had some black forest cake and ice cream and visited with her loveable dog, Marley, who is very friendly and mild mannered. The kids really were impressed with Anyck, who is French Canadian with a delightful accent, when she showed them a big award she had gotten for her work, which was heavy, similar to an Oscar.

We are surrounded by people from many countries on our street, with neighbors from Argentina and the Netherlands, living two houses over, and one house over, we have neighbors from India who moved in right when we moved to Taiwan. Our neighbors on the other side of us are Americans, but Kari's mom lives in Saudi Arabi. Then two houses over on the right are from China. We really are blessed to be part of such a nice neighborhood and are grateful for Anyck's hospitality.

Comments

Bobbi said…

It's nice that you have the opportunity to mingle in your neighborhood with such a diverse group. Friendships with those of differing backgrounds can enrich our lives so much, and give us a new perspective on ourselves and our country. Annyck sounds like an interesting and enjoyable friend. Are you back in Taiwan now?

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