Sun Suites of Stafford
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Free parking
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... looking at her with beady little black eyes. The bird stayed in the same position, just looking around and flapping his wings a little when a man peered too closely. We have no idea what kind of bird it was, but it is possible that Annette may have nightmares about it tonight.
We mooched around the duty free shop and the perfumerie (came out smelling like a couple of cheap floozies), then we went to dinner at the Tsar main dining room. ...
... bore her name, Ima Hogg, with grace and dignity. She was a great collector and philanthropist who turned over her house and decorative arts collection to the art museum in the 1970s. It's a huge house where each room is decorated in the style and form of a different time period in American history from Colonial to mid-1900th century. It’s an outstanding collection of only the very best of ...
... now is that astronauts will travel to Mars in the 2030s on a 3 year expedition. Great film about lofty goals.
It was a good day. Jim and I both thought the Cape Canaveral tours were better. The Johnson Space Center looked dated and old. And they had “sold” the center of the lobby to Ripley’s Believe It or Not with science related displays, but not space related. It was very curious. ...
... housing subdivisions. After a short picnic break parked at the beach we were headed inland for the 2 hr drive in to Houston, nothing interesting on that drive except for some massive refinery operations. By 2 pm we had made our way into town, ably assisted by Emily, our GPS machine, to the Menil Fine Art gallery. We had been advised to go there by a friend of Pat's. It is a beautiful modern, purpose built building in a quiet ...
With all due respect to Texans and Houstonites...Astrid is convinced that the Houston airport (George Bush International something or other) is a vortex of hell. Once the Houston airport's swirling cloud of death sucks you into its clutches, getting in or out is going to require more than a Swiss Army Knife, a wad of chewing gum, and a paper clip.
While waiting for our "on-time" flight to Quito, the vortex swirled above (literally in this case) as ...