I head back home to Niagara Falls, N.Y. every July for my Mother’s church’s picnic. Yes, the home-cooked Armenian food is to die for, but more importantly my Mom appreciates that I make the trek to Western New York for it.
This year when I went home, I tried this novel idea: a vacation without working. As you’ll see, it was glorious.
A storm in Indy delayed the plane that was picking us up at LaGuardia. I jetted off to the Delta Sky Club.
But we eventually were en route, flying through a gorgeous sunset.
You don’t need to see any Saturday night photos, but know that Sunday started off in grand fashion, and before noon to boot.
THIS FOOD OVER EVERYTHING.
The cot my parents have on their back porch is the real MVP.
Yeah no complaints.
I think I’ll be heading back home for Labor Day.