Econo Lodge Dallas Airport North
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This was the roughest part of the trip, not that it was coming to an end but because we had been up for 22 hours. We finally made home at 11:30 pm and as quickly as we could it was into bed. We have been so blessed in many ways and we thank you for allowing us to share them with ...
... the Texas heat to roast. Does it really work? Who knows, but I feel better about it. No need to comment on this . . . :) What else have we been up to? Well, since Miss Addy P was sick, we thought we would get her to the ER on Sunday just to have her checked out really quick. We had an appointment set up for Tuesday with a pediatrician who specializes in international adoptions, but wanted to play it safe. She checked out fine ...
... two packages of some custard pie. Don't worry, she was just playing with the packages. No drama on this flight.
We did have to go get our luggage to connect, but before we move on, we notice little miss is now sick. I just threw her leggings away, sanitized her stroller, changed her clothes, and here we go again. At this point, I swear I have more than ten diapers. By now, John is at the point where I was Thursday of ...
... fateful day. There are two crosses on the road - the first signifying where JFK was when the first bullet hit him and the second where he was killed. Of course there was the obligatory look at the infamous grassy knoll too.
Dinner was at a Mexican restaurant, which was again delicious. After dinner and a few drinks we were on our way to see Paul McCartney. He played for nearly three hours and was bloody awesome!
... of time to catch the train, but the Circle Line also dawdled. I could just about have got the train if I had run but with a suitcase I just couldn't manage it. So, by one minute, I missed it. Fortunately Tom had offered to pick me up at Ashford so it was only a 30 minute wait rather than an hour.
As I got on the train I was given a survey to complete. It gave me a strange pleasure to write in that my journey started in Texas, though now I was almost home.