Oma and Opa Britschgi are here

Oma and Opa Britschgi arrived late Wednesday night in Eugene. My Mami found a note sticking to their door in the morning (after we were awoken two times by the ringing phone at 5.30 and 6.30 am by a worried great-grandma) telling us that they had been able to drive down from Portland at night. The airport was open and they did not have any major delays or cancellations. The drive from Portland to Eugene was difficult and dangerous. My Opa reported that there were only two tracks and ice between these two tracks and on the side. I am glad that they made it alright down to Eugene (where there is no snow at all). But let me show you my first meeting with my Opa.