Monday, October 29, 2007
The departure of a father
The night after our Roman transformation we slept the night near the Lyon airport. The next morning we woke up and we went off to the airport to say our tearful goodbyes. Once we got there we parked and my Mom and I were very curious about how we get out of the airport parking lot. We went to this nice lounge and got a very nice breakfast. Finally it was time for Dad to go, I probably said good buy to him about 7 times. He went through the security doors and we walked off. With in the first five minutes we (as my mother would say) were looking for the best view in the airport, which in other words means we were lost. We found our way back ok, and even had time for a photo shoot.
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Hey Walker!
Hello from Florida! I am your mother's cousin (Jeannie) and I have been glued to the computer ever since she sent me your blog sites! Oh, what you have seen! This experience is going to be priceless to you! I suspect you already know that tho! I will stay tuned to the updates.
My son Peyton (he is a little younger than you - will be 13 in December) homeschooled last year and is going back to public school part-time this year. Traveling has always been something I wanted to incorporate into the home schooling adventure - and we have not ruled it out yet....but for right now we are staying put. But I will live vicariously through you guys! Love the photography! That is one of Peyton's interest and I can't wait to show him yours.
Keep up the good work and I will check in with you again!
Good luck with rugby - wow - that is a hard sport! Fun tho!
Jeannie
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