Our pilgrimage to Silver Diner ended in success and each of us ordered our own milk shake. Nala made a big deal to the waiter about needing a pink straw.
Since we had a whole trip back and Nala lagged so much on route to the destination, we needed to figure out how to return Nala back home. She was too tired to bike and the sun was setting, the air cooling. It was the kind of tense situation that could have easily gone sour; one of us getting upset or frustrated. I suggested leaving Nala's bike at the diner and retrieving it by car. Then Mariano ingeniously devised a system for taxiing her back.
When we made it home without any fight, meltdown, or injuries it felt like a triumph.
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