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Mom and Dad Fly the Friendly Skies

Did mom tell you about their trip to France and the UK, Shoko?  She told me about France, Kali.  Did she tell you about the UK?  She did.  Then between the two of us we can tell our friends what they did on their vacation.

SHOKO…..BLACK
KALI…..ORANGE                                                                   

In the middle of March mom and dad said goodbye and we never saw them again….whoa Shoko, they did come home.  Well, it was like 3 weeks till we saw those bleary  eyes again.  That’s like forever for a feline.                                                                            You have to be the biggest drama queen in Prince George, Shoko!

Off they flew down to Vancouver and to their motel  Dad grabbed someone else’s suitcase in the airport and never noticed until the airport called and told him.  Mom’s niece drove dad back to the airport to get their suitcase.

 When the family gathered for dinner, they all gave mom the respect she deserved and kissed her ring.  Oh brother!  Mom is not the godfather of her family.  Who is then?  Nobody…it’s just a normal family.  Mom has a normal family….I don’t think so, there’s got to be something odd about them.  Whatever Shoko.

The next day they got up and flew on Air Canada to Montreal.  Four hours of cramped legs and a TV  set so close it was almost up her nose as the person in front set their seat to go back several feet.  Ok, Kali a few inches.  Geesh!

Mom was off the plane right smartly in Montreal and 3 gates away was the flight to Paris.  She quickly rushed over as they were calling for everyone to board.  Mom and dad were on the plane right smartly and then they sat and sat on the plane as the plane needed de-icing but there were two planes waiting to be de-iced first.

Finally the plane took off for Paris.  Mom was excited to be going to such a well-known and romantic city.  Six hours later, the thrill of going to  Paris had worn off as she felt sweaty, hot and incredibly tired.  Dad was snoring in the seat beside her.  She wanted to poke him but restrained herself.

At long last they arrived at Charles De Galle Airport in Paris.  The hotel chauffeur gave them the ride of their life.  There were mopeds all over the street, weaving in and out of traffic, that was bumper to bumper.  They reached the hotel safely and leaped to solid ground.                                                                   The best picture of a moped in traffic mom could get.  The bikes go like stink.

 

After checking into their little room, mom and dad went for a drink of Pepsi in the hotel lounge.  There was a small courtyard off the lounge so our pawrents decided to partake of the fresh air.  No Pepsi but Coca Cola everywhere in France.  Coke will do in a pinch.                                                             Does she not look like an enthusiastic explorer? MOL

Next installment finds mom and dad trying to navigate the Paris  transportation system.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

 

 

Planes, Trains and Automobiles Part 1

See ya in a couple of weeks girls.  Love ya both and be nice to the pet sitter Shoko.  I’m always nice mom…see ya soon.  Then her and dad left for the airport.

 

Bye

Bye

ZZZzzzz

ZZZzzzz

Mom and dad left about 7:30pm for the Vancouver Airport so they spent the night in Vancouver. The next day they were up early, up and out to catch the United airlines plane at 11am for Chickago. That is 1761 air miles. The flight was 3 and a half hours and a change of 2 time zones. They landed at O’Hare airport at 5pm.  Mom struck up a friendship with Gus Moya, a training manager for United Airlines.

Gus and mom

Gus and mom

He looks nice doesn’t he? Meanwhile, dad is racing around trying to find their luggage. No, they didn’t come to carousel 33, the flight from Vancouver,
but were finally discovered hanging out with the luggage from Australia.

It was very cold in Chickago….-15F or -26C with a wind. Mom and dad scurried to their hotel like little mice escaping my furry clutches. The room had no heat….dad suggested sitting in the hallway to warm up….mom just gave him the evil eye. I taught mom the effectiveness of this look. Dad called maintenance. They were slow and couldn’t fix it. I mean friends their was ice inside the windows by the heater….ccccccold! They changed rooms and all was well. The next day they went to Macy’s. Dad was struck by the architecture. Beautiful ceilings….mosaic tile!

 

Macy ceiling

Macy ceiling

There are more pictures of the ceiling but I don’t want to bore you with the same stuff. I was getting bored when mom showed me all the pictures of the same ceiling.

They had to buy a new suitcase as one developed a great big hole in it after cavorting with the luggage from Australia….those Aussies must be thugs.

Mom and dad decided it was time to head to the Amtrak station and get their tickets for the train, “The City of New Orleans.” Off they went with their new red carryon. There was a total of 6 bags. Dad carried 5 of them. Mom struggled with one. That’s my mom, a real strong lady….hehe. They had reserved a sleeper because they would be spending the night on the train. The train left at 6:30pm.

We’ll leave off here as they get on the train bound for Memphis.  Thursday will have part 2.  See ya then my friends.  It is so good to talk with you again…. I really missed you guys.