We met up with some old friends today – the Friesens. We met them about a month ago. We had met them near Minatitlan in Mexico. We met at a Pemex gas station. We played on waveboards. That was fun. But to get to the point – today we met them. We were pulling into Spanish Lookout. We had arranged to see them at about ten o’clock but we saw them at around ten thirty.