Holy cow do we have a lot of stuff. Two bins have to go back to the storage unit. Pat is keeping a gigantic suitcase for us -- haven't heard the Bretz' are suing us for someone's back going out so I am assuming they got that thing upstairs and locked in a closet. We were down to two small suitcases each and then well, we had shoes....benj got some new clothes I'm bringing, ...beach towels...do you know how much room a beach towel takes up. However, hopefully we will be allowed on the plane.
Ashleigh is all set up in Canada and will meet us at the airport. She sounds excited.
Benj is in Madrid being coddled by Olga -- my sister's good Spanish friend. Olga already coddled
Benj by giving him a private birthday party at one of her bodegas......a winery they own in Jerez. He had wine tastings with friends and spent the night, had a dinner and lunch with the foreman. Not many people get to turn 21 in those surroundings. It was a party he will never forget. Wish we could have been there.
Abe worked right up to the last second. I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off. It is now too late. We either have it or we don't. We didn't follow the cardinal rule....pack your suitcase and then remove half.....I just can't.
Off we go to sand and camels and family dinners and swimming in the sea and maybe Mysore in Israel. We shall see.
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