With mixed emotions we packed our final bags and left our holiday lifestyle behind along with our last good byes, until next time.
Buouyed only by the fact that we will soon reunite with our sons we arrived at Heathrow nice and early, to be offered complimentary facial (for me) and massage (for Al) - a relaxing sendoff to calm the inner turmoil for sure.
With a brief layover in Minneapolis after a 9 hour flight, we were soon back in the air for a short 4 hour flight headed for L.A. As descent was beginning, the co-pilot announced the proliferation of 4th of July fireworks in every direction in L.A. It was like being in a movie set from above for as far as the eye could see, were firework displays all the way in to landing and even while waiting to dock. After the flight, the co-pilot said it was something both he and the pilot had never seen in their collective 50 years of flying, with many 4th of July flights included.
With such a bright and colourful welcome, I was reminded of one of my all time favourite songs, I think I may have shared it before, but it is very appropriate for today.
On that high note we booked into our hotel which happens to be the same one we started our trip in. With memories flooding back of 9 months ago when Greg and Matt were with us, having a bbq and relaxing in the spa pool it was a poignant moment to end off our holiday right where it began, having gone full circle and now going home.
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