Year End 2012

It's been weeks since my last post, as my computer is running out of disk space and I had to clean up.
Life has been hectic, to say the least, but Christmas holidays have slowed down the pace considerably.

Had a very unusual Christmas:
in a casino, Las Vegas style.





Started my Christmas Day with a Gingerbread Latte from Starbucks
 instead of the usual Panettone and Prosecco,
and that set the tone for the rest of the day!


Ended the day with a quiet stroll through the quaint streets of Taipa Island in Macau and looked at the casino lights across the water.


It was good to be back home in Hong Kong after a VERY bumpy ferry trip.
Thank God we missed the buoy!

Happy New Year!












Comments

Florez Nursery said…
Lovely photos
Happy New Year Dalene
Hope 2013 brings you much joy
cheers Ian
31 December 2012 at 02:14
windowongeorge said…
Thanks, Ian. Same to you. Happy gardening!
31 December 2012 at 08:21
Carolyn ♥ said…
May you find much joy and happiness in 2013.
10 January 2013 at 19:48
windowongeorge said…
Thank you for the warm wishes, Carolyn. Happy new year!
12 January 2013 at 18:30
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