Disciples of Abraham

After a long and tiring day of riding the hill country in a headwind yesterday, I arrived near dusk at Hunt, a resort area on the Guadalupe River, to find the motel had already closed, the nearby bed ' breakfasts full, and no legitimate campsites. Al and Bonnie here run one of the B'B's. Since their guest cottage was already occupied, these dear and devout Christians, as our patriarch Abraham taught us to do, offered the weary traveller a room and meals in their own home, and treated me like one of their own family. After I showered and then ate my fill of delicious homemade omelettes and then ice cream and chocolates, we discussed our respective trips to Israel, and the differing perspectives our different religions gave us of the Holy Land. I slept like a baby, and was treated to oatmeal before departing that house of kindness at daybreak. Al and Bonnie, thank you again for your kindness!