That's the lobby of our hotel in Vancouver, The Westin Bayshore. Classy joint.
The husband wins the bet. Our ship sailed again on the same day it arrived. They waste no time in port without paying passengers.
This morning we had a fancy gourmet breakfast at a luxury hotel in a foreign country 3000 miles away and declared our vacation over, because what followed was not considered getting away from it all. There was the ride to the airport courtesy of a lingually-challenged cabbie, the U.S. Customs gauntlet, hiking through an unfamiliar airport, three hours in a 2/3 scale airplane seat, a one-hour respite in Minneapolis, another three hours in a similar plane seat with dinner. Didja ever consider the function of elbows while dining? You will, the next time you eat dinner in the center seat of a 727.
We flew through three times zones, arriving in Philadelphia shortly after ten. We were afraid we wouldn't be tired since it was only 7 pm, jet lag time. Heh. No problem.
We left the bags packed, because we figured if we live out of suitcases through the weekend our vacation would be extended. Actually, it's just that we were too pooped to unpack anything.
Getting back to reality is going to be a true
exercise in denial.
Itinerary