On Monday we had to leave the Sunrise Resort Hotel in Hurghada, which had been home to us for 2 weeks.
The morning we spent at the swimming pool and watched the animation team perform, then we packed our suitcases and went for lunch. We said good-bye to all the people we had met, and promised to come back next year.
The luggages were put at the entrance and I took the last view on the beautiful Christmas tree ! The bus which picked us up to bring us to the airport was a very special one. A modern looking bus, but as soon as you sat on the seat it fell into sleeping position. That provoked screams of surprise, complaints and then laughter ! All seats were looking normal, but then they fell back. So we were all hanging or laying or sitting in our seats. The guide excused himself for the bus, and promised to get it repaired, but that will be for the next load of tourists !
2. The check in at the Hurghada airport earns an extra post ! It was hilarious, you only could take it with humor or you would have gotten a heart attack of anger ! We had to show our passport 5 times and take off our shoes 4 times. We also were body checked after the scan which hadn't said a peep but apparently the all in black dressed woman with a black scarf, looking as if she had just swallowed a glass of vinegar, loved to touch women from top to bottom.
Finally we made it into the airplane and had a smooth flight back. Mr. G. picked us up at the airport.
3. The first day at home I felt strange. It was cold and gray and looking out of the kitchen, I saw the empty space where our fir tree stood (see post below), how sad. My suitcase contained bathing suits and T-shirts. What a difference from the day before. Finally I pulled my courage together and emptied my suitcase, threw everything into the laundry and was exhausted.
After all this beautiful Christmas decoration in Egypt, our living room looked so cold and empty. I took out the advent wreath and put four candles around, at least a little something. The rest will follow another day !
4. I had missed aqua gym 3 times so I went to recuperate one lesson. I met some other people and the teacher was a young man. He wore a Father Christmas hat and that looked quite funny. He wasn't as good as my usual teacher, but it was nice. After that I did some very necessary shopping and then went home.
5. I went to my painting class to celebrate Christmas, because next week there are the Christmas Holidays.
The entrance of the retirement home where we have our classes was nicely decorated.
Jeanine, one of my class mates had baked these Christmas cakes called "Buches de Noël" which means "Christmas logs". They were absolutely delicious. I had the honor to eat baby Jesus.
Here we are celebrating, the one in black is Jeanine who had made the Christmas logs.
In the afternoon I went one step further in my Christmas decoration, I carried the box from the basement to the living room !
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