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My entire family left Monday after spending two glorious weeks with us. There were 15 of us all together. We LOVED having them with us and miss them so much. We are so glad that they were able to make the trip.

While they were here, we spent 6 days in London and 3 days in Paris, then back to Germany. Needless to say, there are a ton of pictures to post. For my own sanity, I am going to break them into numerous posts. 

We flew to London on Ryan Air. Jessica, Nate and Jackson were actually delayed, having their initial flight from Montana cancelled. They ended up meeting the rest of us in London at our hotel. We stayed outside of London at the Holiday Inn Express in Sanstead and took the train into the city each day, which was a 35 minute ride.

Luke attempted to photobomb every picture. What a bugger!

Best buds--Claire and Ava. These two typically have their moments when they are together. This time was different. They were pretty  much best buddies the entire trip. Love that!

Luke (looking ill), Lisa and Mya. 

Riding the escalator down to the platform.

Mya fell asleep on my Dad while on the Tube. She attempted or pretended to do this everyday thereafter. I guess she learned quickly that sleeping is a sure way for her to be carried. 

Claire by a famous red telephone booth in London.

Lauren


Chris, Claire, Mya and I.

My Mom and Dad.

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