Believe it or not we actually went back to Universal Studios for a second day. They technically have two parks, though they are side by side, and we had to try out the other half. There really is no point in putting up more park photos, you certainly get the idea by now. Kids had fun, new favorite rides were experienced, more miles were clocked. Good times again. Admittedly, by this day the kids and I seemed to agree that you can only do so many rides before they all seem the same. We had our fun but we were ready to get home and see Daddy.
Our last day we kept it very simple and relaxed at Karen's house for the day. Don't let the photos below fool you. It was really too cold to swim but I'm the only sane person who stayed dry. :) Blue lips and chattering teeth are just not my idea of vacation. Photographer is a better fit for me.
This is Karen and with my big sis. You can tell they go way back in their friendship and that they are very dear to one another. I can't exactly sum up what a gift Karen was for us, she was SO hospitable! Not only did she open her home and life to us that week but she did so in the midst of her mother's struggle during her last days on Hospice. We tried to bow out when we saw this timing play out but she insisted that we stay with her. What a difficult season in her life and she was loving on her mother so beautifully. I took the above photo after these two buddies jumped into the pool in a moment of much needed stress relief and just moments later, poor Karen needed to go back in the house - soaking wet - to help the nurses take care of something important. It was heartbreaking and our prayers have stayed with Karen and her family.
That night we had a final celebration with a Hawaiian luau. It was again so yummy (I could have eaten an entire pineapple by myself) and then followed up with some amazing entertainment. I really don't know how humans can even move the way these dancers did but it's obviously not everyone's gift. :) My girls did brave the crowd though and went up on stage to learn the hula for themselves. It was another special evening and a good way to end our trip. By the next morning, we packed our bags and headed back to a very cold minivan parked at the airport waiting to take us home. Now home.... that's a wonderful word. I do miss my sister but it's so good to be HOME!