Halfway up the stairs is a stair where I sit. There isn't any other stair quite like it. It's not at the bottom, it's not at the top. But this is the stair where I always stop. Halfway up the stairs isn't up and isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town. And all sorts of funny thoughts run round my head. It isn't really anywhere, it's somewhere else instead. -A.A. Milne
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Evans Bahrain
Well, in honor of my cousin going into Bahrain for the Naval forces for the next year, I would like to display some of the things that Evan gets to see for the next year to make us all miss him even more.... The first is the gorgeous beach that Evan will see everyday.
Next is the yummy food Evan will eat everyday.
Oh, there is the raceway in case Evan ever wants to see fast cars.
Did I mention the fun festivals Bahrain has, with floats and everything?
There is also the cool stamps that one day we can all hope to see in our mailbox as we await letters from Evan. It's nice to see a little glimpse into the life that Evan will be living.
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