Woke up before the alarm to see the final pull in to Boston, where it all began. We had reminisced with Melanie last night about how goofy we were when we first came on board to the Crow’s Nest, getting the low down on the smoking tables. I had remembered that feeling of “wow, this is neat” transforming to “this is our place!”
It had been a great vacation, but it was time to go home. They started calling out numbers, and we were something like the 4th group off. Customs was nothing. They glanced at the front of the form, and that was it. I could’ve brought back 30 cartons of cigarettes and 100 gallons of booze and they wouldn’t have cared. Not that I had room for it. The backpack and duffle were killing my shoulders, and I could already feel the nerve pinching tingles coming on. It took a bit to find the luggage, and once again coming full circle, no porters could be had. After several futile attempts I said screw it, I’d shuttle it.
Raining outside, yay. We waited under a roof for Jeff and Karen, and didn’t have too bad a wait. Home at 10:30, no flying involved. How great is that! To top it off, the sun was out. Took care of unpacking and some cleaning, and that was that. It was done.
The final view from the balcony. Bye bye!
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