Casa Magnolia Bed & Breakfast
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... no cross country road trip would be complete without seeing the "Gateway to the West"! On our way, we saw signs for the worlds largest golf tee and also the worlds largest wind chime...although we were tempted to stop and see these most intriguing attractions, we had a long drive ahead of us, so we stayed on the highway. Another interesting thing that happened is that we crossed over our first time zone...not sure exactly where, but it was somewhere in SE Illinois....wish ...
... on our ever-changing plans, and then hitting the internet and tourist offices to get info on possible activities/sights/festivals/restaurants , etc. We also borrowed some books from the library to assist us (sample: "1000 Places to See in the United States and Canada Before You Die").
Where next? We’re inclined to think that our time in Missouri wouldn’t be complete without a visit to Branson, so that’s where we’ll be heading. Stay ...
... called the Climatron. Inside it is setup like a tropical rain forest.
Since we finished up at the Botanical Garden around 3:00, it seemed like a good idea to travel the few miles left into the city to visit the famous St Louis Gateway Arch. They do actually have a tiny elevator that rides up the arch, but I had already decided my fear of heights would prevent me from any attempt to pursue that ...
... plate and lots of screws (not the souvenir I was planning on) to put everything back together.
I praise and thank God for His protection and care, manifested through your prayers, well-wishes, concern and comfort.
I pray that your pilgrimage was very memorable and meaningful and thank you for being Carol and my fellow travelers.
I cherish the orange Luther shirt presented to me by the rechristened orange bus ...
... for Italy. I was so close. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I stepped towards what I thought was my terminal. I had to meet with the Canadians before the plane. How hard could it be to find them? The airport couldn't be very large.
I followed a long, bright hallway, reading(without comprehending) the German signs. My plane would be around the corner. I was excited. I ...