I promised I would tell you about my journey to the United States of America. Here we go!
Mummy packed daddy’s bags yesterday. She made sure I had everything. You drove the powered chair out of the garage for me. You can see your coat shining!
The flight attendant was called Kevin. He undid my laces, took off my shoes and put on the warm plane socks. The plane trip was nine hours; much less than when you went to Brisbane! (and they don’t say Salamatatan). I ate two nice meals and watched movies. Kevin helped me walk to the toilet; the plane was wobbly sometimes! Osvaldo did too and he told me some funny stories! He put my shoes on as well.
I listened to the Country Channel. I always do when I go to America! I listened to Carrie Underwood of course.
Here is the taxi I took from the airport to Phil and Jina’s house. I arrived! Was it Phil Mickelson or Phil Nicholas? You know.