What do the 70+ year old's do in Las Vegas? "Come on over to the Senior Center this morning Florence, we're having an African Drum and Dance demonstration.", my dad tells me as we're having coffee in the kitchen at home.
"Okay Dad, we're here. You better drum well!" I tell him. Drummers and Dancing.
Me, Niece #1 and #2 watching in the background.
Little Sis, Niece #2 and Me.
Dad and the Dancers.
Mom noticed right away that dad was surrounded by women. Hmm, I wonder if that's why he actually drove down to the Senior Center to participate in the Dance?
In any case, It's always nice to share time with family.
After 20 hours of traveling from Paris, finally home.
Mom, Dad, my sisters, my brother, my nephew and my brand new niece were all there upon arrival at the airport, although it was almost midnight. Las Vegas is the city that never sleeps!
Ah, Home Sweet Home. Photos of the family for the blog.
My wonderful sisters, new niece, my father (background) and brother (photographer). Mom's shoulder on the left, nephew hidden.
A bundle of "Love", my niece #2.
Hannah's welcome sign, in French...of Course!
A bundle of soft, cute, cushy, wet, slobbery Love.
It's nice to be home with family for the holidays, no matter where in the world I live!
p.s. My luggage was returned to the airport by the woman who mistakenly took it. The baggage service called the owner of a piece of luggage left behind that look similar to mine. A woman answered the call and said she had received all her luggage only to realize she was heading to a downtown hotel with my luggage by mistake. All is well that ends well!
Never book a 20 hour flight itinerary! (hmm, unless there's a "techical stop".)
Leaving Paris, the ticket agent tells me there's a stop in Denver, Colorado. "No." I reply. "My flight is from Paris, to Canada then to Las Vegas." I show him my printed itinerary.
"I'm sorry, but you will have a technical stop in Denver. It does not show up on your itinerary." "$#:!*", I say in French. "Yes, I agree. I'm sorry, it will be a long day for you Madam." the ticket agent says apologetically as he hands me my boarding pass, takes my baggage and somewhere in the transaction, no baggage claim ticket is issued (which I will desperately need when my luggage is missing in Las Vegas.)
Boarding Air Canada, Paris. In line, waiting to board for a looong day ahead. Lunch in Canada. "Technical?" Flight Crew from Canada to Denver.
"Technical Stop in Denver"
"Were you in the military?" I ask the pilot. "No. I'm a Lover, not a Fighter." he said with a smile, as he gave me a "look". "Hmm." is all I could mange to say as visions of this 'Lover' filled my mind. I glanced past him to admire the modern cockpit, lights and controls. (alot has changed in the cockpits since I have flown as a private pilot years ago.) The flight was long, I was tired, but his eyes were still on me. Was he waiting for more words?
Tired, hungry and no make-up, believe it or not, after living in Paris, I could not flirt back. I took a few photos and departed the plane.
The 'technical stop' from Canada to Denver was not so bad after all. Paris to Canada to Denver.
My last day in Paris (until I return in January 2010) and of course it must be spent shopping. The morning was Literally 'spent' at Printemps, the worlds largest beauty department store!
Ralph Lauren...is so me!
Interesting Paris Holiday displays inside the department store. When I return in January, there will be no signs of the needlepoint reindeer during the holiday shopping, but Paris Fashion will always remain.