Monday, May 14, 2018
PICTURES FROM ARROMANCHES (SWORD BEACH)
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| Remains of the landing fortifications and port created by the British following D-Day. |
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| Shadow people. |
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| At the museum. |
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| Incredible models showing the engineering feat which supported D-Day. |
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| One of the pieces which created a roadway over the water. |
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| Amen! |
PICTURES FROM SOUTHAMPTON AND WINCHESTER
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| Sailing into Southampton. Enlarge the picture and you can see the moon. |
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| Winchester Cathedral through the trees. |
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| The original window was destroyed by the Roundheads during the civil war. It was later reassembled -- differently, of course. |
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| Burial place of Jane Austin, inside Winchester Cathedral |
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| The mall in front of the Cathedral |
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| Memorial to the Pilgrims (who sailed from Southampton). The Mayflower is represented on top. |
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| Holy Rood Church (rood is an early English word for cross) |
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| The front, one side, and this part remain from bombing by Nazis during World War II |
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| A towel turtle and Bonnie's turtle facing off. They always moved the turtle around the bed when making towel animals. |
PICTURES FROM PONTA DELGADA, AZORES
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| The gate into Ponta Delgada. Tradition says if you walk through it, you will return. We did. |
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| Ponta Delgada from the Zuiderdam |
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| St. Peter's Church |
PICTURES FROM HORTA, AZORES
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| Matriz Parish Church on Horta, Azores |
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| Matriz Parish Church |
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| Grounds in front of Parish Church |
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| The island's fort |
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| Granny found a cannon for Mac |
Sunday, May 6, 2018
OMAHA BEACH
May 6, 2018
Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial
Headstones: 9,387
Latin Crosses: 9,238
Stars of David: 149
Missing in Action: 1,557
Sets of Brothers: 45
Medal of Honor Recipients: 3
In one month it will be the 74th anniversary of the D-Day landings at Sword, Juno, Gold, Omaha, and Utah beaches. In the town of Arromanches is a mural of two little girls who have written on the wall, “Please, no more war!”
I have never served in the military. No one in my family – either by blood or by marriage – died in either of the last three wars. Standing today at the major turning point of World War II, I was proud to remove my hat when the majestic notes of “The Star Spangled Banner” echoed across the memorial to the dead and the missing. Our national anthem was followed by the haunting sounds of a bugle playing, “Taps.”
It wasn’t Flanders Field, but here too are crosses, row upon row.
It was strange walking out onto Omaha Beach and watching people in bathing costumes frolicking in the sand, and diving into the waves, while the silent grave markers stand just up the hill above them.
Please! No more war!
It was a good day. A beautiful drive through the French countryside, down small roads and around very tight corners that were never meant for large passenger coaches.
We saw black and white cows fresh from the morning milking, and I remembered a farm set Kyle and I had which accompanied the Lionel train set. I remembered Dad painting the white spots on the black plastic cows.
We passed many churches that stood in silent testimony to the power of the Gospel and in Arromanches, slipped away from the hustle of snack stands and souvenir shops and walked to the Church of St. Peter. We slipped inside and sat for a few moments before going back into town and to Sword Beach.
Sword Beach was the place where British troops came ashore, and constructed an artificial port, including incredible ships and ramps that brought the tanks and jeeps ashore that the Allies drove into Germany, chasing the fleeing Nazi soldiers. The museum there was too crowded – it was hard to look at the exhibits, but maybe that was appropriate for all of the men who worked and fought there.
For lunch we had very good hamburgers accompanied by real French Fries, washed down by Cokes, and topped off by gellato.
We got back to the Zuiderdam about 10 minutes before all aboard and went straight to Table 125 where Chrestian and Gaspar served us good meals. We went back to our stateroom and dropped off our traveling things and went to the theater for the most disappointing show of the cruise. The musician was pianist Julian G. His talent on the keyboard is incredible, no faulting his technique. His choice of songs was distracting because everything he played – and flawlessly – sounded the same. His patter with the audience was inane, we weren’t even amused by the pictures of his children. Oh, well, with all of the super entertainment we’ve had, one less than spectacular show is not all that bad.
My cruise buddy’s neck is hurting her tonight and she has taken an Oxycodone, and is sitting on the couch behind me with her eyes closed. I’m pretty sure she’s not just checking them for holes, but has drifted off into the arms of Morpheus. No, she just moved.
It’s Zeebrugge, Belgium tomorrow and a canal cruise to Ghent. Tune in tomorrow for our ongoing adventures.
TTFN
As we walked into the theater to wait for our tour to be called, they were calling our number. We were early and so were they. So today it was bus 9. Off to the bus and out of the port we went. It was just 9 am. The roads we traveled were indeed very narrow. We started on a divided highway but soon left it for the French countryside. Many freshly plowed fields, horses, cattle, and large expanses of yellow plants which we were told were the plants from which the french made mustard. The streets in the little towns through which we drove were almost narrower than the bus.
When we arrived at the first beach there were about 4 busses unloading and in the 2+ hours we were there more than 20 buses loaded and unloaded. Not counting the people arriving in cars, in campers and on motorcycles. The main street by the beach was restaurant after restaurant, souvenir stand after souvenir stand, bus after bus, people on top of people. The walk on the beach was spent taking pictures and gathering some shells with the quiet interrupted by children running, kicking soccer balls and playing.
The quiet streets above the main street was a nice walk and we saw many B&B’s and offers of rooms to let, etc through out the town. The ride to the cemetery was accompanied by our guides continuing talk. A very knowledgeable older French lady she was sometimes hard to understand, but she kept us informed for the whole ride through out the day.
The cemetery was hard to look at. So many crosses. We couldn’t walk on the grass and get close today because of the latest weather they had that made it not possible to walk on the grass. Sad. I would have liked to read some of the name on the crosses. We did read some of the names from the list of the missing. Finding some from Georgia and South Carolina.
As we were driving back to the ship we drove past the cemetery where the dead German soldiers were buried. It was different. Here the crosses are all black and much smaller than the American, French, Canadian and English, etc crosses. The guide said that when you read the ages of the young men in this cemetery you see that almost all of them are very young, 17-18-19. By the time these battles were happening most of the soldiers from Germany were very young men.
We were the last tour to return and we went straight to supper and we had barely sat down and ordered when the captain came on and said we were leaving. As David said we have a late arrival tomorrow so we can , I should say, I can sleep in. I hope the oxy will put me to sleep. Old Arthur in my neck has really been hurting.
He was right about the show. I really did not like the between song stuff he did. And he played all classical pieces and they did sound exactly the same. No variety. No nothing.
Our tour tomorrow will take us to Bruges and to Ghent where hopefully we will be able to see the famous altarpiece of Ghent, from the Monument’s men, go watch the movie. And to take a canal boat ride, just like in Venice and to buy some famous Belgium chocolate which I will share when I get home. I will try to get it home with out melting it.
Well, I am fading fast and I sill need to take my nighttime pills. Love you all. Amy don’t forget to take Maggie and Rachel shopping, please.
Love Mom, Granny and Bonnie
Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial
Headstones: 9,387
Latin Crosses: 9,238
Stars of David: 149
Missing in Action: 1,557
Sets of Brothers: 45
Medal of Honor Recipients: 3
In one month it will be the 74th anniversary of the D-Day landings at Sword, Juno, Gold, Omaha, and Utah beaches. In the town of Arromanches is a mural of two little girls who have written on the wall, “Please, no more war!”
I have never served in the military. No one in my family – either by blood or by marriage – died in either of the last three wars. Standing today at the major turning point of World War II, I was proud to remove my hat when the majestic notes of “The Star Spangled Banner” echoed across the memorial to the dead and the missing. Our national anthem was followed by the haunting sounds of a bugle playing, “Taps.”
It wasn’t Flanders Field, but here too are crosses, row upon row.
It was strange walking out onto Omaha Beach and watching people in bathing costumes frolicking in the sand, and diving into the waves, while the silent grave markers stand just up the hill above them.
Please! No more war!
It was a good day. A beautiful drive through the French countryside, down small roads and around very tight corners that were never meant for large passenger coaches.
We saw black and white cows fresh from the morning milking, and I remembered a farm set Kyle and I had which accompanied the Lionel train set. I remembered Dad painting the white spots on the black plastic cows.
We passed many churches that stood in silent testimony to the power of the Gospel and in Arromanches, slipped away from the hustle of snack stands and souvenir shops and walked to the Church of St. Peter. We slipped inside and sat for a few moments before going back into town and to Sword Beach.
Sword Beach was the place where British troops came ashore, and constructed an artificial port, including incredible ships and ramps that brought the tanks and jeeps ashore that the Allies drove into Germany, chasing the fleeing Nazi soldiers. The museum there was too crowded – it was hard to look at the exhibits, but maybe that was appropriate for all of the men who worked and fought there.
For lunch we had very good hamburgers accompanied by real French Fries, washed down by Cokes, and topped off by gellato.
We got back to the Zuiderdam about 10 minutes before all aboard and went straight to Table 125 where Chrestian and Gaspar served us good meals. We went back to our stateroom and dropped off our traveling things and went to the theater for the most disappointing show of the cruise. The musician was pianist Julian G. His talent on the keyboard is incredible, no faulting his technique. His choice of songs was distracting because everything he played – and flawlessly – sounded the same. His patter with the audience was inane, we weren’t even amused by the pictures of his children. Oh, well, with all of the super entertainment we’ve had, one less than spectacular show is not all that bad.
My cruise buddy’s neck is hurting her tonight and she has taken an Oxycodone, and is sitting on the couch behind me with her eyes closed. I’m pretty sure she’s not just checking them for holes, but has drifted off into the arms of Morpheus. No, she just moved.
It’s Zeebrugge, Belgium tomorrow and a canal cruise to Ghent. Tune in tomorrow for our ongoing adventures.
TTFN
As we walked into the theater to wait for our tour to be called, they were calling our number. We were early and so were they. So today it was bus 9. Off to the bus and out of the port we went. It was just 9 am. The roads we traveled were indeed very narrow. We started on a divided highway but soon left it for the French countryside. Many freshly plowed fields, horses, cattle, and large expanses of yellow plants which we were told were the plants from which the french made mustard. The streets in the little towns through which we drove were almost narrower than the bus.
When we arrived at the first beach there were about 4 busses unloading and in the 2+ hours we were there more than 20 buses loaded and unloaded. Not counting the people arriving in cars, in campers and on motorcycles. The main street by the beach was restaurant after restaurant, souvenir stand after souvenir stand, bus after bus, people on top of people. The walk on the beach was spent taking pictures and gathering some shells with the quiet interrupted by children running, kicking soccer balls and playing.
The quiet streets above the main street was a nice walk and we saw many B&B’s and offers of rooms to let, etc through out the town. The ride to the cemetery was accompanied by our guides continuing talk. A very knowledgeable older French lady she was sometimes hard to understand, but she kept us informed for the whole ride through out the day.
The cemetery was hard to look at. So many crosses. We couldn’t walk on the grass and get close today because of the latest weather they had that made it not possible to walk on the grass. Sad. I would have liked to read some of the name on the crosses. We did read some of the names from the list of the missing. Finding some from Georgia and South Carolina.
As we were driving back to the ship we drove past the cemetery where the dead German soldiers were buried. It was different. Here the crosses are all black and much smaller than the American, French, Canadian and English, etc crosses. The guide said that when you read the ages of the young men in this cemetery you see that almost all of them are very young, 17-18-19. By the time these battles were happening most of the soldiers from Germany were very young men.
We were the last tour to return and we went straight to supper and we had barely sat down and ordered when the captain came on and said we were leaving. As David said we have a late arrival tomorrow so we can , I should say, I can sleep in. I hope the oxy will put me to sleep. Old Arthur in my neck has really been hurting.
He was right about the show. I really did not like the between song stuff he did. And he played all classical pieces and they did sound exactly the same. No variety. No nothing.
Our tour tomorrow will take us to Bruges and to Ghent where hopefully we will be able to see the famous altarpiece of Ghent, from the Monument’s men, go watch the movie. And to take a canal boat ride, just like in Venice and to buy some famous Belgium chocolate which I will share when I get home. I will try to get it home with out melting it.
Well, I am fading fast and I sill need to take my nighttime pills. Love you all. Amy don’t forget to take Maggie and Rachel shopping, please.
Love Mom, Granny and Bonnie
Tuesday, May 1, 2018
I FORGOT WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY
May 1, 2018
I had a very clever title for tonight, and it tied in with something I was doing, but I have forgotten both of them, so here we go with something else.
A beautiful day ashore today in Ponta Delgada. No rain, but there was one dark cloud and it came over the island from the east side and just kept going out to sea. It was so warm out that I took my sweatshirt off and wandered around in my Star Trek: City on the Edge of Forever t-shirt (pants and shoes were included in the outfit, of course).
We were docked right in downtown, and as soon as we were off the ship, it was maybe 100 feet to the main street and up the hill to St. Peter’s Church. It was closed. Today, as I think we’ve told you in an earlier edition, is a European holiday. But as the morning progressed more and more places were open and as we returned to the ship from our 4.5 mile wandering, St. Pete’s was open. The churches we’ve seen here in the Azores are different from the ones we’ve seen in the rest of Europe (or the rest we’ve been in). No stained glass windows. Lots of gold and ornaments, but no stained glass.
There was one shop we wanted to go in, and we did, because the door was open. There were displays of yarn in the window, and the selection that caught the eye of my crocheting side kick was a combination of purple and yellow. She wanted to add it to her collection and make something pretty of it. We walked in and a woman hustled over to us and very rudely said, “We are not open.” I said, “But the door is open.” She said, “No matter,” and showed us to the door which she closed behind us. How rude! We didn’t come back past that store or I would have given her a line from “Pretty Woman.” You remember us. Big mistake. Big. I’m not sure if I have the quote correct, but you get the idea.
We had our first gellato of the trip. Mine was coffee and chocolate. Hers was strawberry and chocolate. We each got two dips and wished we had gotten three. Yummy!
We picked up four decks of cards for the card collectors, and Bonnie bought a bread basket made of cloth. You’ll see it soon at an evening meal at 233 (I got the number right that time, Mike).
My next-to-the-last talk for this cruise is tomorrow. Then May 3 is a day off (there is something going on back home that day, if only I could remember) and then May 4 is potatoes – this time it will be delivered in under 75 minutes, I promise. And then lots of sight seeing as we visit places we’ve never seen before. We are looking forward to these stops, and have scheduled two excursions.
We were back at Table 125 tonight – the same table where we had the duds as table mates last night. Two interesting folks from Canada. She needed a companion, so she brought her boyfriend of 11 months. She said, “I needed someone to share the cabin, and I couldn’t think of anyone else.” Sounds like a back-handed invitation to me. But, Pauline and Doug were enjoyable communicationaires for the evening’s groceries.
We’ve set the clocks ahead another hour, so we are now 5 hours ahead of you, and it is after 10 p.m. here, so I’ll turn the keyboard over to the female blogger, and I’ll rehearse a bit before shut-eye.
TTFN
Well, I decided not to shower this morning!! I planned to wash my hair and shave my legs today , it has been more than a week, so I was waiting till returning. I would be wearing a hat all day and walking for miles and my hat would have ruined a hair wash.
We got out at about 9:30. We walked from the ship and up the hill to a church which , as he told you, was closed. So we walked back down to the front street and continued on our journey. He thought from the map he knew where the next church was so in a few blocks we turned up a street and started to look for it. We finally found it and it was open so in we went. These churches though extremely ornate are quite different in appearance from others we have seen. They use mostly gold, I assume gold plating, on everything. They are quite beautiful and some of the statues are unusual. There pipe organs are huge and beautiful.
As we walked down the very narrow and mostly one way streets, sometimes with cars whizzing by, on very narrow side walks, we would pass some nice shops but most were closed. Every once in a while one was open. We visited several souvenir shops and purchased a couple of things. No sunglasses today. There is an stone structure of 3 huge arches in the middle of the town that history says if you walk through you will return to the island. So we walked through both ways because we weren’t sure which was the right direction.
At the end of the street there was a fort. We walked up and there was a bar across the entrance but a young soldier told us we could buy a ticket and come in and visit the military museum and the fort. It only cost 1 euro so we entered. Your Dad asked if the exhibits had English labels but the soldier wasn’t very clear on that but most of them had Portugese labels. But none the lest it was a nice visit. Went all the way to the top and could see out all across the sea and the town. This is an active fort still used by the army and navy if we understood the soldier correctly. There were lots of heavy artillery and vehicles on display. There was one area which was about a war in which Ponta Delgada was involved
from 1961-1974. We couldn’t understand why the war, but there were lists of the men who had died and lots of the weapons and medals from it. Very interesting.
As we were leaving the fort the bright sunny day was gone as dark gray clouds settled over the fort. I told them to stay. They really didn’t because when we got back to the ship, they had moved to over the ship. Though we never got rained on.
In one square we saw a tree that was about 175 years old. It was huge and the limbs were being held up by large metal posts. Very interesting. I wanted a diet coke and we hadn’t found any in Horta and so far hadn’t found any here. I finally broke down and bought a coke zero, though the last time I got that in Europe it tasted horrible. I did finally find one and I bought it to.
Well, by the time we got back to the ship at 12:30 I could see the doors of the first church were open. So we were going to go back up but somebody, not naming any names, had to pee. So we walked back down the long steps to the dock area to look for a potty first. Well, down on the dock to the left of where the ship was , there was an area where people were sunbathing and swimming. No mind you the temperature is in the low 60's. There were even people laying out in bikinis on towels. Well, there was some kind of bath house and your Dad found a potty. After the potty break, we went back up the steps, across the street, up the hill and up the steps into the church. Well, worth the effort.
Then, back down the steps and into the terminal and through the terminal security. And of course I set it off and had to be wanded. Then, onto the ship and through the security and I didn’t set it off. Go figure!
Dropped off our stuff and headed up for lunch. Since we had already had dessert it was salad only. And I drank my coke zero. After we got back to the room, I took my shower, etc and then I worked on crocheting and he worked on emails. Then, he napped. At about 4:30 they came on with the announcement that we were getting ready to sail, so I dressed and went up on deck 3 to watch the sail away. It was cool as always and I got to see the pilot jump from our ship to the pilot ship as we sailed out. Neat stuff. After we got going and it was 5, I went back to the room to see if he was getting ready for supper.
Supper was okay. I had flat iron steak and mashed potatoes. Ivy would have loved my steak and Amy would not have eaten it. But I enjoyed it. Dessert was a sugar free apple slices dessert. Not much.
Well, tomorrow I will try and walk early, though the Captain has said the day will be in the low 50's and rainy and rocky. So we will see. Almost 6 miles today and over 14000 steps.
Love, Mom. Granny and Bonnie
I had a very clever title for tonight, and it tied in with something I was doing, but I have forgotten both of them, so here we go with something else.
A beautiful day ashore today in Ponta Delgada. No rain, but there was one dark cloud and it came over the island from the east side and just kept going out to sea. It was so warm out that I took my sweatshirt off and wandered around in my Star Trek: City on the Edge of Forever t-shirt (pants and shoes were included in the outfit, of course).
We were docked right in downtown, and as soon as we were off the ship, it was maybe 100 feet to the main street and up the hill to St. Peter’s Church. It was closed. Today, as I think we’ve told you in an earlier edition, is a European holiday. But as the morning progressed more and more places were open and as we returned to the ship from our 4.5 mile wandering, St. Pete’s was open. The churches we’ve seen here in the Azores are different from the ones we’ve seen in the rest of Europe (or the rest we’ve been in). No stained glass windows. Lots of gold and ornaments, but no stained glass.
There was one shop we wanted to go in, and we did, because the door was open. There were displays of yarn in the window, and the selection that caught the eye of my crocheting side kick was a combination of purple and yellow. She wanted to add it to her collection and make something pretty of it. We walked in and a woman hustled over to us and very rudely said, “We are not open.” I said, “But the door is open.” She said, “No matter,” and showed us to the door which she closed behind us. How rude! We didn’t come back past that store or I would have given her a line from “Pretty Woman.” You remember us. Big mistake. Big. I’m not sure if I have the quote correct, but you get the idea.
We had our first gellato of the trip. Mine was coffee and chocolate. Hers was strawberry and chocolate. We each got two dips and wished we had gotten three. Yummy!
We picked up four decks of cards for the card collectors, and Bonnie bought a bread basket made of cloth. You’ll see it soon at an evening meal at 233 (I got the number right that time, Mike).
My next-to-the-last talk for this cruise is tomorrow. Then May 3 is a day off (there is something going on back home that day, if only I could remember) and then May 4 is potatoes – this time it will be delivered in under 75 minutes, I promise. And then lots of sight seeing as we visit places we’ve never seen before. We are looking forward to these stops, and have scheduled two excursions.
We were back at Table 125 tonight – the same table where we had the duds as table mates last night. Two interesting folks from Canada. She needed a companion, so she brought her boyfriend of 11 months. She said, “I needed someone to share the cabin, and I couldn’t think of anyone else.” Sounds like a back-handed invitation to me. But, Pauline and Doug were enjoyable communicationaires for the evening’s groceries.
We’ve set the clocks ahead another hour, so we are now 5 hours ahead of you, and it is after 10 p.m. here, so I’ll turn the keyboard over to the female blogger, and I’ll rehearse a bit before shut-eye.
TTFN
Well, I decided not to shower this morning!! I planned to wash my hair and shave my legs today , it has been more than a week, so I was waiting till returning. I would be wearing a hat all day and walking for miles and my hat would have ruined a hair wash.
We got out at about 9:30. We walked from the ship and up the hill to a church which , as he told you, was closed. So we walked back down to the front street and continued on our journey. He thought from the map he knew where the next church was so in a few blocks we turned up a street and started to look for it. We finally found it and it was open so in we went. These churches though extremely ornate are quite different in appearance from others we have seen. They use mostly gold, I assume gold plating, on everything. They are quite beautiful and some of the statues are unusual. There pipe organs are huge and beautiful.
As we walked down the very narrow and mostly one way streets, sometimes with cars whizzing by, on very narrow side walks, we would pass some nice shops but most were closed. Every once in a while one was open. We visited several souvenir shops and purchased a couple of things. No sunglasses today. There is an stone structure of 3 huge arches in the middle of the town that history says if you walk through you will return to the island. So we walked through both ways because we weren’t sure which was the right direction.
At the end of the street there was a fort. We walked up and there was a bar across the entrance but a young soldier told us we could buy a ticket and come in and visit the military museum and the fort. It only cost 1 euro so we entered. Your Dad asked if the exhibits had English labels but the soldier wasn’t very clear on that but most of them had Portugese labels. But none the lest it was a nice visit. Went all the way to the top and could see out all across the sea and the town. This is an active fort still used by the army and navy if we understood the soldier correctly. There were lots of heavy artillery and vehicles on display. There was one area which was about a war in which Ponta Delgada was involved
from 1961-1974. We couldn’t understand why the war, but there were lists of the men who had died and lots of the weapons and medals from it. Very interesting.
As we were leaving the fort the bright sunny day was gone as dark gray clouds settled over the fort. I told them to stay. They really didn’t because when we got back to the ship, they had moved to over the ship. Though we never got rained on.
In one square we saw a tree that was about 175 years old. It was huge and the limbs were being held up by large metal posts. Very interesting. I wanted a diet coke and we hadn’t found any in Horta and so far hadn’t found any here. I finally broke down and bought a coke zero, though the last time I got that in Europe it tasted horrible. I did finally find one and I bought it to.
Well, by the time we got back to the ship at 12:30 I could see the doors of the first church were open. So we were going to go back up but somebody, not naming any names, had to pee. So we walked back down the long steps to the dock area to look for a potty first. Well, down on the dock to the left of where the ship was , there was an area where people were sunbathing and swimming. No mind you the temperature is in the low 60's. There were even people laying out in bikinis on towels. Well, there was some kind of bath house and your Dad found a potty. After the potty break, we went back up the steps, across the street, up the hill and up the steps into the church. Well, worth the effort.
Then, back down the steps and into the terminal and through the terminal security. And of course I set it off and had to be wanded. Then, onto the ship and through the security and I didn’t set it off. Go figure!
Dropped off our stuff and headed up for lunch. Since we had already had dessert it was salad only. And I drank my coke zero. After we got back to the room, I took my shower, etc and then I worked on crocheting and he worked on emails. Then, he napped. At about 4:30 they came on with the announcement that we were getting ready to sail, so I dressed and went up on deck 3 to watch the sail away. It was cool as always and I got to see the pilot jump from our ship to the pilot ship as we sailed out. Neat stuff. After we got going and it was 5, I went back to the room to see if he was getting ready for supper.
Supper was okay. I had flat iron steak and mashed potatoes. Ivy would have loved my steak and Amy would not have eaten it. But I enjoyed it. Dessert was a sugar free apple slices dessert. Not much.
Well, tomorrow I will try and walk early, though the Captain has said the day will be in the low 50's and rainy and rocky. So we will see. Almost 6 miles today and over 14000 steps.
Love, Mom. Granny and Bonnie
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