Days Twenty Five and Twenty Six: Homeward Bound

Our last day in France, I had some serious packing to do so Kenny took the girls to play mini-golf:




Samantha was the consummate score-keeper:



After golf it was picnic time:



And then they sneaked into the Aquarium next door without paying. Apparently the French are not privy to our American "Oh, they just have to use the bathroom" ways...


They shipped this ladybug in from Chernobyl:

Kisses from kissy fish:


Obligatory ice cream cone:


And one last evening at home for discovering just one more secret passage in the garden:



After a long day of driving to Geneva and a cozy night in a room the size of an SUV, we boarded our flight back to the States. Eliza mastered the old-fashioned art of listening to airplane music:


Samantha and I were plugged into our computers... Not sure what that woman is doing in the background with that strange paper device:


Eliza looking wistful:


Finally, we made it home. And while we are happy to once again have our puppet shows...


Our scooters...


And our cozy playroom downtime...


We were sad to leave France. It was truly an extraordinary trip and will never be forgotten, except by Eliza and Samantha, who emphatically claim that the very best part was the airplane ride. So, thank you, United Airlines, for giving our daughters this wonderful experience. And thank you, France, for letting me eat all of your cheese.