We awake before the alarm harps. Thirsty. Dan showers and we dress for breakfast. Many are already off the ship, so the dining room is spacious. I long to see the blind couple again, who yesterday with canes extended, formed a conga line behind the dining room server as the onlookers smiled.
Breakfast for me was the eggs florentine, a croissant and an orange juice. Two years already with nary a full cup of regular coffee!
Then the process of leaving the ship, customs, a taxi with a Sikh to the airport, ticketing at Alaska, security, immigration, and then here at gate 85 to read and ponder what lunch
may be.
We eat at the Canucks Cafe. A burger for Dan and a BLT for me with cole slaw. The beer is a Goose Island
IPA. Then to gate 96 to read and wait.
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