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Picked up the car at our friends, the Meadors. Hitting the road for Atlanta. Wow, it's been a whirlwind expedition! Feels like we've been gone for months. Can't believe how much we've seen and all the places that we've been in the last 26 days. I will certainly view so many of the places we've visited with a different set of eyes and opinions ...
... She's so intelligent about not only her own country, but about the ocean and wildlife. I just wanted to pick her brain. She also made me feel more comfortable as I was having a hard time getting use to the breathing and pressurizing at first. Then there's White Haven Beach. The sand on White Haven is almost all silicon. The grains are so fine, that you can literally wash your hair, exfoliate your skin and brush your teeth! Free spa day in Straya? Yes please! But first, a girlie ...
... watch snooker, and a couple of weeks later to Wembley Stadium to see Man U vs Spurs in the League Cup final. He wasn't kidding when he said he loved sports! We went out with Priya for dinner and he came home one evening to meet mum and dad. Since then we've kept in touch, met up last summer at the Olympics and again when he came to our wedding.
Stan's the kinda guy who manages to pull strings to make things special for others, and our first day ...
... is already boarding, you walk over towards the gangplank area to board. Unfortunately, we had to wait and were put in zones. Just like at airports, you are given a card with a zone number & told to sit and wait for your zone to be called. When the ship is ready for passengers, all special needs board, then VIP (think frequent flyer but instead frequent cruisers), then by zone. We were in zone 2. At this point, I was a nervous wreck. All I could think about was being a bad ...
... airport. In fact, I'm in the direct flight path. Hmmmm. His plane is due at 10 PM. I ride the shuttle over, grab a bite to eat. I watch the boards.
Call me when you get off the plane. That was the plan.
Hmm, the board says the plane from Seattle landed at 9:15 PM. It is 9:30 and he hasn't called me. Where is he?
I stand at the Arrivals spot, behind the rope with other hopefuls. I call his cell ...