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... t recover. That being said, you may be thinking, "Then why the [explicit] are you visiting this dangerous country!?!?! Couldn't you have chosen a safer country like, I don't know, CANADA?" (That's my dad talking, fyi).
But imagine how dull life would be if we did everything by the rules and played everything safe. What kind of life would we be living? Could you even ...
June 25, 2015
Time to head home! :(
After one last yummy free breakfast at the hotel, we got a luggage cart, which Reagan had fun riding (parents of the year right here!), and headed back up to the hotel room to get all of our luggage, and started loading up the car! Its always sad to head home after a fun vacation.
As soon as we got in the car, we told Reagan to wave and say bye bye to the hotel, so she did, and then asked where we were going. I told her ...
... we set her skirt out to dry in hopes it would be dry by lunch time! Hopefully no one judged us to much for her wardrobe choice! Lol!
For lunch we headed to downtown Saugatuck. What a cute little town, it was right on the Kalamazoo river, had docks full of beautiful, expensive boats that you could charter for a day out on the water, cute art galleries, ice cream shops and restaurants. We ate lunch at an old fashioned soda fountain in the back of the drug ...
... bit by bit over the last couple of nights in anticipation of tomorrow's July 4 celebrations-a public holiday and many folk will be away for a week or so or visiting friends and family.And we will be off on another day adventure by car some 1.5 hrs away to spend the afternoon and evening with Jerry 'Ollie' Olsen and Maggie, two of those whom came to the Kalamazoo reunion. We are looking forward to it. ...
... He reminds me that it's the man that struts without a care that knows how to flow with the tides.
Now is the time for reconciliations. I've brought my ideals to the altar, silent at their feet as they left from my presence. Now, in these final weeks, I bring their bodies to the ghats, placing each on their own pier. There lies my arrogance. There rests my fear. Here, at my feet, eyes closed and mouth smiling, is my ego. I ...