Some Bread from the Bakery

I went to buy some bread from the bakery. It’s not for me. It’s for my parents. They’re coming to visit again and they’re arriving today.

Last time they came here my mom eyed the very good looking loaves of bread guarding the street through the window of the bakery. But they couldn’t have breakfast with this bread at the hotel they where staying at. Now they rented a house for a week and so they can eat whatever they want.

In a few hours, I’ll go to the airport to pick them up. Needless to say, my muddy shoes will be walking a lot in the next few days.