The morning session was quite constructive with some report-writing strategies and sabbath revisioning. From there it was a quick tidy and pack-up before heading to the airport. I rode in a rental car that smelled a little too new and ended up sleeping to avoid the car sickness.
Who knew that Starbucks had such a cultic following in the ranks of the Fair Trade conscious United Church? Some people couldn't get to the airport fast enough for their fix.
While others went on ahead through customs, I waited with someone who had a later departure time, browsed the seafood concession and picked up some scallops for Shelley. The flight and drive home were fairly uneventful (if you don't count almost running out of money to pay for the airport parking) and I'm back where I belong.
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