GOING HOME

This is the last of 12 entries starting below with "ESCAPE" and then passed back and forth between Bryan and me.

Thursday, May 11

Bryan woke up before his alarm at 6:40 AM and jumped in the shower. Is someone excited to see Framingham again?

I groggily rolled out of bed and started gathering our belongings. While in the shower, Bryan realized that we only had $10 left and that we still had to tip the maid and pay for the cab ride to the airport. He left me to stuff the bags while he went in search of an ATM. I shoved, squished and finagled all the newly acquired alcohol, along with our clothes, into the 5 bags we'd brought. By the time Bryan returned, I had showered and was zipping the final bag closed.

We hailed a cab and settled in for the 10 minute ride to the airport, made a little more torturous by the country music blaring from the radio of our Middle Eastern cab driver. With my identity in my pocket this time, we breezed through security and had time to eat some breakfast before our very crowded flight was boarded. The guy in the seat in front of Bryan only knocked into his knees 22 times, and we had the pleasure of watching one of the most overwrought and cheesy movies, "Last Holiday" with Queen Latifah (don't worry, we only vomited in our mouths once).

We landed smoothly, got a ride from the Logan Express, where I did not forget anything, then from my brother, who made a pit-stop at McDonald's for us since we'd skipped dinner, and arrived home to our large pile of mail and happy fishies.

Thank you to everyone who bought us something from our Honeymoon Registry - we toasted each of you as we ate, visited, cheered and played in San Diego.