Continuing the Nanowrimo Thing

Rico was mentally making notes of what he had left to take care of before he left on his trip as he put his potato in the oven to bake, his steak on the grill and tossed his greens with feta cheese and Greek dressing. He wanted to make sure he had gifts for his relatives in the old country. He planned to take Levis, shirts and socks to the adults and candy and jackets to the children. Rico had also collected pencils, notebooks, backpacks, erasers and crayons for the small one room school house in the small village where he would be spending the next several weeks. It wasn’t much, but the poor villages in the hills of Serbia have very little and are always appreciative of the treasures they bring. Though they have very little they are so generous with what food and drink they have. His mouth watered as he recalled the prosciutto and laozo his Tete Mila served whenever she had guests.
Rico absently removed his dinner from the heat and sat down at the table with a notebook and pencil in hand to make notes of what he had left to do as he ate. He hadn’t been away from home and work for six weeks at one time since he graduated from college, and started his life as an adult. He was getting excited at the prospect of a vacation and visiting the homeland as an adult and at a time in his life when he would appreciate learning about his family history.
He turned off the lights and looked back over his shoulder at the home he was leaving for well over a month. He made a mental check of his baggage. Rico was going to drive the two hour drive to his parent’s house to spend the night so that he and Baba could leave for the airport early the next morning.
He was prepared for the barrage of questioning and advice from his parents and siblings. They couldn’t understand why he wasn’t married. Why he wasn’t at least looking to find somebody to marry. He had tried telling them that he really didn’t think there was anybody made just for him and he wasn’t going to settle for less than his Jedo and Baba or his dad and mom. They were the role models in his life for what a marriage should be. Both of his siblings had found wonderful spouses too. Rico came to the conclusion a lot time ago that if there had been a girl meant just for him that she must have been in an airplane crash or hit by a bus or something, because there had certainly not been anybody crossing his path that had captured his attention for more than a few months at a time.