
Arrived in Paris on the non-stop from Salt Lake. Bags came right out but no wheelchair showed up. After waiting an hour and a half, they brought out the chair, or what was left of it. It looked like a two ton shipping container had been dropped on it. After filling out some paper work for a claim, we pushed and prodded parts back into place, loaded it in the car and headed for Brussels.

In Brussels we came upon the best of the best Belgian Chocolate at a shop called Leonidas. Since my father, Leon K. Hales, was really given the first name of Leonidas, we could not resist gathering some momentos with his name on them to help us celebrate his 100th birthday this coming March. I believe he would get a kick out of chocolates with his name on them were he still with us. It does not hurt that the momentos are filled with the finest Belgian chocolate available.

From Brussels we (Melanie) began the routine of packing the car with the wheelchair in the trunk and suitcases in the back seat. Melanie has become an expert at this process and makes it possible (even with a Delta damaged wheelchair) for us to travel at the pace we do. She does the packing, loading, wheelchair pushing and GPS operating. All I have to do is drive. Thanks Dear !
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