BEST WESTERN Hospitality Hotel & Suites
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- Airport Transportation
- Swimming pool
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Ty and I got home after baseball at 1 am Tucson time.. Isaac is soon getting up and headed over to load 20 min away at 5 am Michigan time.. But there is a catch; gps on his end goes down, truck won't move in drive, no coffee, no food; dads not a happy camper...it is now apparent that mom shouldn't be either.. Lol,. From ...
... living? Egypt has SO much to offer- the artifacts, the history, the culture, the landscape, seeing the Great Pyramids of Giza, exploring the depths of the Red Sea, climbing Mt.Sinai where Moses received the Ten Commandments, and riding a camel in the scorching hot desert to name a few. With Egypt offering all that, how could I say no? So, bon voyage America. Egypt here I come!!
... than playing in it herself.
After we got back to Karyn and Pauls house, we ate pizza rolls and tater tots, and played and watched Turbo on TV, and Reagan even got her first pedicure. She saw Karyn painting her toe nails and just had to have hers done, she wasn't a fan of sitting still to let them dry after they were painted though!
It was a perfect way to end a perfect weekend with family! Tomorrow starts the second leg of our trip, THE BEACH!!
Drove to Grand Rapids leaving wet, cloudy Chicago. Stopped at Lake Michigan, one of the biggest fresh water lakes in the world; on the way, a very prosperous area with expensive beach houses having hidden Ferraris in their garages'. Swam in the icy cold lake, refreshing from the hot humid heat. Sunbathed at the white sandy beach. Didn't think we'd see another ...
... 5 times to pay respects to the 5 elements, and drop the flaming straw to ignite the procession of my past.
The smoke rises above the river as the Sadhus go about their rituals. I start back up the stairs, away from the deceased, ready to breath again, ready to feel the press of emotion beckoning from within me. Head down, hands clasped, I mutter a single noise to commemorate all that has passed form that old life.