Here is a poem that Dan wrote while we were on the bus to Seattle:

There once was a Dan and a Bri,

who wanted to marr-y.

They hoped to live in Granada,

but poverty led to Canada,

and a fair city by the sea.

They had a landlord named Ruby,

and saw lotsa folks smoking a doobee.

Rain darkened the mood,

but the food was good,

hard to get work for a newbie.

Bri found work at Rona you see,

Which, standing all day, hurt her knee.

But it made enough loonies,

for some trips to the boonies,

and she never had to clean up no pee.

They also got work in their ward,

and certainly never were bored.

Dan taught the teenagers,

and Bri the wee ages,

while in Utah Bryce cleaned a gourd.

The weather it started to turn,

for freedom they started to yearn.

Straya gave their permission,

for Bri to transition,

so escape became their concern.

The bed was still really quite nice,

it was lacking completely in lice.

They got rid of their stuff,

for a bit they lived rough,

now they will have thanksgiving twice.

The prophecy in the final line of this poem was fulfilled this past weekend when we traveled up to St Anthony, Idaho, to celebrate thanksgiving in the USA, approximately one month after celebrating it in Canada. Here's a photo of the big family dinner that was held at Layle and Glenda Bagley's:

As you can see in the photo the table was pretty big. 

Here's a sunset that Bri's mom took a photo of on our way home:

Bri's still working hard on her Spanish and doing well, and Dan is living a life of leisure (besides doing some dirt moving and house painting).