Aurel's laurels

This is where we'll be tomorrow. It is an old postcard, but the place has not changed at all, except for the cars.

Well I bought that thing for my wife and unless I keep it for later and buy her another present, she will get it in England on her birthday. The way I figured it, unless I bought it, I would regret not buying it for the rest of my life. A transliteration of what Rick says at the end of "Casablanca".

I am at work and will go straight to the railway station from the hospital, where I must take a man for an x-ray. I hope to get an earlier than usual train so that I can have a bath before we have to go to the airport. We are already all packed.

I am taking the notebook to England so I will be able to keep up with this blog while there.