Ireland day 7

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Saturday morning we had our last Irish Breakfast of the trip.


The airport was closer to the hotel than the rental car return. So, Aunt Marge and my wife walked there while Uncle Rich and I returned the car.


The airport was having some sort of Christmas pageant with skits, singing, dancing and entertainers.


It was less noisy by our gate.


Uncle Rich’s wheel chair got us on the plane first.


Seven or so hours home.


The flight wasn’t bad, but it was long.


We were happy to get off.


The, we drove home, dropped off Uncle Rich and Aunt Marge and did laundry.