I love to go on holiday, I even love the word "holiday". I rather go on "holiday" than on "vacation". It just sounds warmer, I don't mean in temperature, in feeling. Holidays mean being with people that you have feelings for you and you them. I have butterflies in my stomach, I am nervous and excited at the same time. I worry about Chico, although his health is very good, his blindness has meant that we could not put him into the kennel. Donna had suggested that I call Dr. Bev to ask her if we could leave Chico with her, but Glenette said that she would come to care for them.
I went to the attic to get our luggage, and the liners for the saddlebags. I have most things staged, ready, and to be put into their respective bag. My little speakers that go to my Ipod don't work anymore, phew.....I neeeeeeed (hehehehehe) them because I have to have music at all times.
Packing is just going along swimmingly. I have myself packed with the exception of boots and shoes. I need to do those today.
Motorcycles ready.
After much drama we are finally ready to go.
Here we come Maine.....
woohoooo.....
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