Where did I go back to after 18 years? That would be Philadelphia, PA, the city of brotherly love. I went there the summer of 1991 on a family reunion trip. Here is a photo, courtesy of my parents, of the kids in front of the Liberty Bell. Can you tell which child is me? And now, 18 years later, with friends Amanda and Christina.This was just a quick weekend trip to visit Amanda's house actually and pick up some china from Aman
da's mom for a tea party we're going to have. Her parents live in a darling cottage outside of Philly. And since her parents were such amazing hosts we felt like we were staying in a B&B. Not kidding there was a little bedside table with a rose and drinks plus a basket full of random shampoos/soaps/toothpaste/etc. for us to use. And the next morning even though Amanda's mom had to be at work by 5am or something, she still laid out a beautiful breakfast for us. So sweet.
We enjoyed our stay very much.
All in all, the trip was fantastic. I love living in a place where weekend road trips can take me to places so different and historical.
You would pick the picture I am not even in!! Lame! Oh well... Sounds like you had so much fun and I am incredibly jealous!! Love you!!! I will just be chilling...here in Provo...and loving it.
ReplyDeletewow good thing I look so stinkin cute in that picture!
ReplyDeleteyou are in the first picture 2nd to last one on the left and on the second picture you are the farthest one right! i am so good!
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