"Where did you say you learned to cook?"Lisa wiped her mouth with a napkin and replied, "Mostly from my mom, but I try different recipes I find in mag...zines too. It's really pretty easy once you learn about the different spices and stuff." What do you call this?" Megan said."Chicken Marcela with Capers," Lisa said. "I found the recipe on the internet." I wish I could cook like this Lisa," Megan said. "I have trouble boiling water."The four girls laughed at Megan and continued to eat. When they. It only took the Head Waiter a few minutes to return. In that time, I had allowed my mind to wander back to that light spring day. A 30 year old chardonnay was what I passed to the owner, asking him to hold it for me until such a time as I could return to claim it. The bottle was now well over a century in age. I had another at my home in Paris, so I knew it should still be in excellent form if properly kept.He held out the bottle so that I could see the faded label. I smiled and nodded that it. But don't be surprised if you have to repeat his lesson."I bid her farewell and went to clean the kitchen floor.Two hours later, I was the one panting in the backyard, hardly able to throw his solid rubber ball one more time. We had been running and playing the entire time. I'm no slouch at my daily workout, but Kane had more energy than a fully charged, electric semi-truck.I went inside, only to be roused from my lounge chair, an hour later, by Kane's sharp barks. Looking through the sliding. How this is possible I have yet to see. I pray nightly that I wont wake up from this dreamland. He means so much to me&hellip, It was the summer of 2008. I had just turned 16 in May and purchased my first car: a worn, but still beautiful, 1978 Camaro. My dad and I planned to restore it in the coming years, and the final project in turn it would become my graduation present. This summer, as always, my family and I were on vacation in a small beach town in Florida. I woke up early that morning.