I’m flat on my back. In a good way.
With time on my hands (or feet) when I easily arrived at JFK with an effortless, albeit pricey, cab ride from Theodore’s house, I decided to start this vaca on the right foot and get a pedicure.
Presented with a cart of colors, the first one I picked suited me perfectly. Imaginey surprise when I turned it over and saw this
Ha!! What are the chances!
The massage chair and I are one! I’m looking up at a heavenly ceiling.
My new Bordeaux toes and I will soon board Turkish Airlines.
These feet are ready for walking!