A journey into the unknown...

This isn't as ominous as it sounds... I was just going to add on to the last post about our lost kite. After writing a letter (all in Italian), I drove over to the orange grove where the kite had last been sited. There were a few guys working in a field of clay and rocks. They told me I could go ahead and look in the grove, even though it belonged to someone else. Not really prepared for the trek, Aidan and I started off across the rough terrain. Me in my Tevas and Aidan in her sandals, we stumbled across the first field. The terrain between the orange trees wasn't much better. Aidan got scared of the plants on the ground and the occasional lizard that scurried around in front of us. I ended up having to carry her on my shoulders the majority of the way. Three groves later and probably close to 3/4 of a mile, we made it to the power lines that the kite had snagged on. I looked up and saw that a line was coming down from it at an angle like it was still attached to something. Barely able to see the white line of kite string, We followed it into the grove about fifteen trees back. There, underneath a tree, laid the butterfly kite we had lost. It was found in one piece with no damage whatsoever. I had to cut the string to free it, but We were able to bring it home. Aidan was very happy to find it, but more happy to make it back to the car and get away from the plants and trees of the orange grove. Thanks to the nice Italian men that were working that day, who didn't speak a word of English, but let us look for our lost kite. Thanks to the quarter of Italian I took at UW so I could get the gist of what they were saying. Thanks to the google translate that helped me get the right verb tenses for the letter I wrote. And thanks to the wind that stopped and didn't make the kite disappear forever.