Happy to be at the end of the road. Dinner at Ellie’s favorite local restaurant, El Sapo (the toad), where they serve the kitty pizza. The kid is in heaven. She has her two lambies and a pair of plush sloths (there’s a concept) she talked me into buying her at the supermarket. One is tan, one is brown, and they are held together by velcro. She named them Costa and Rica.
Greetings from beautiful Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport, which is bloody enormous. On time flight from St. Louis yesterday afternoon and spending the night at a hotel in the middle of the airport complex. Morning flight today on to Costa Rica. I was reminded of a time a few years back when we were here for a wedding. The Texas State Fair was going on, which was a candy store for photographers. This is one of my favorite images.
The kid’s spring school break comes up next week. We are taking Ellie back to our favorite place in Costa Rica. She’s been there a couple of times and just loves it. The scene here is sunset at Tamarindo beach. Flying to Dallas-Fort Worth this afternoon, overnight there, and then onward Sunday morning. It might be good to get out of the U.S. for a while.
I’m pretty sure that Darth Vader never visited Ireland and that Princess Leia never had a sip of Guinness. So what’s this doing in the St. Patrick’s Day parade? Enquiring minds want to know but there was no explanation.
Traveling this weekend, taking our granddaughter for some tropical spring break fun. Even she thinks it’s a good time to be out of the U.S.
One of the balloons in the St. Patrick’s Day parade. This one puzzled me. There was no sign or banner identifying it, and nothing about the sponsor. The figure looks like it is wearing a hard hat and safety harness.
As I’ve noted here in the past, St. Louis likes a chance to drink in public. Budweiser, the local famous brew, markets heavily on St. Patrick’s Day. The can labeled High Noon in this person’s right hand, is nominally vodka and fruit juice. The chap in the Scots tartan has a fat cigar in his left hand. (Calling Dr. Freud!)
Most of us have seen the big helium-filled balloons at parades or other events but I’ve never seen how they get their lift. I came up from the train station downtown and found this. Those cylinders must be three by three or maybe four. I could not see an outlet and, try as I might. I could not see a connection point to the balloons themselves. Then there is the question of how the helium is produced and compressed into the tanks.
