Our last day on our Sarchet Odyssey, our last breakfast in the Midwest.  This one was great, not so many transfats....

 The corridors of our hotel function as a gallery.  Note: the black garbage bags at Saara's feet are made from bronze and the guys behind her are 8 feet tall and made of latex. 

Got to the airport early, just in case, had a nice lunch and then waited for FOUR HOURS as our flight was pushed back again and again.  Got home around eleven.  Nana said she'd had a great time, but was happy to return to her own bed. "Well, that was really fun, who gets to do that!" said she.  In the plane she said New England was the best part, being in the house where she was born. 

Home again, home again, jiggety jig.