Our final morning, the hotel gave us a free breakfast.
Here's my plate, mmm. (Yes, those are olives. I'm part Turkish these days, even at an American breakfast buffet.)
My favorite was the omelette.
I did go back for seconds, but all I wanted for my second plate was two things. More bacon. More fresh orange juice.
Thanks, friends, for giving me such a special memory as I turn 40!
1 comment:
How fun and that breakfast looks scrumptious!!!
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