This ain't no flyover country

Today was grueling. There is no other word. I got a late start because I wanted to have a visit with a friend this morning before I set out. Then I had to finish packing and cleaning and by that time, the cats had decided to make themselves scare. I found Ethel quickly, but Lucy was in none of her usual hiding places. Luckily, I was able to narrow down the remaining hiding places and found her. They were not pleased about being in their kennels. By the time, o got to the camp

As I suspected, after sleeping for three hours, I started waking up every hour. The alarm was set for 4:45, but when I looked at the time, and it was 4:40–just get up Britta. I was showered and dressed and ready to go by 5:15, but I waited until 5:20 to go down stairs. I asked reception where to get the shuttle, and it was parked in the circle out front. I went out to stand in the fresh air until the driver came, knowing I would be cooped up for many hours to come. I think I

Amy and I had most of the day today. She has no school on Wednesdays and I didn’t need to leave for Lyon until 3-3:30. I thought we had a plan to get breakfast and then checkout. Amy thought the opposite. Instead of being a smart person and leaving the car in the free garage, I got the car out so we could load our bags and then we had to find another place to park. We ended up back at Adelaide for breakfast. Their omelettes and ginger shots are sooo good. I tried a beet latt