Country Inn & Suites Eagan
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... had come in from Texas to visit us for the rest of the week in Minnesota! The Shields greeted Dad, and Noah took all of my dad’s luggage down to the basement to where my mom and dad were staying and sleeping. When he was unpacked and settled in, we all enjoyed some Ben and Jerry’s ice-cream! It was a special treat!
Hannah had me read a book for her book club. A book club is a place where people, in this case kids from ...
... with Andy and in terms of time differences, flight times etc. Minneapolis makes the most sense even if it is further East than would be ideal. Andy is waiting for us when we reach the baggage claim at Minneapolis airport. It is really good to see him. We have moved forward two hours and Andy six hours back so we are completely out of sync. Once we get to the hotel, everything is focussed ...
... will swap cars there next week on their way home).
We continued on our journey which was fairly uneventful. Leah drove for a few hours as she is trying to complete her 50 hours of supervised driving prior to getting her License. Seth & Maddie also took turns driving, and both Tom & Linda spent some time at the wheel as well. Chloe, the only non-driver, helped our two cars communicate via texting and ...
... sisters we had not seen for a while.
We found out we could get a title on the car in the US because it had been written off by an insurance company as totaled in 1998 in Missouri. So selling it to someone who would take it back to Guatemala was the only way to get her off our hands. In the end we found a Mexican guy who ran a furniture shop in Santa Fe who bought La Monja. We passed by and saw that he had a sign in Spanish and some cars ...
... seeps in.
Spray splashes over me, soaking my pants. “I can do this for forty minutes,” I tell myself, keeping my eyes on the horizon.
The exhaust from the boat has a nasty odor. The wind is biting through my clothing. I am supremely uncomfortable. “I can do this for twenty minutes.”
We pass a buoy I remember from the trip out. And the island in the Grand Portage harbor. “I can do this for ten more ...