Tacos, Fondue and a tour of Hoboken

Chloe after the "Brits" left...

We’ve decided that we're not "Jet-lagged", we're "Brit-lagged". After Jean and Gordon left, we enjoyed our last evening at the condo--a bit of wine, a little TV and some take-away Indian. The next day, we packed everything up and John took Chloe and our stuff back to the motorhome while I played maid and laundress. The place looked spotless when I left and I think Octavia was quite happy to see us leave.

Octavia....glad to see us gone!

The next day, it was time to unpack and pick up some groceries at the ShopRite and do more laundry!

Post British Invasion

I just finished making up the bed, grabbed a glass of wine and as we were contemplating dinner, Jim called. We met him for dinner at the Taqueria. Glad that we opted for Madame Claude's for our Saturday night dinner instead of this little dive. The food was good, not exceptional - but we had a great time with Jim. After dinner, he suggested a drive to Hoboken. We didn't realize how close it was to us--instead of a right turn into the Holland Tunnel- go straight and you're there! While Jersey City is ethnic, Hoboken is very white and Italian. Since it's the home of Frank Sinatra, Jim turned on the "Sinatra" channel on the radio while we drove through the city. We stopped at the "Melting Pot" on Sinatra Boulevard for dessert--a heavenly chocolate fondue served with bananas, strawberries, cheesecake, pound cake, rice crispy bars --and some cognac. We did a mini-tour of the city (really beautiful architecture- more high style Victorian than in Jersey City)...then it was back to Jersey City and a bar on Grove Street that has flamenco dancing on Tuesday nights. What a town!