I chugged down a quick coffee, and a bowl of corn chips for breakfast on ‘goodbye’ day. Did I mention the half and half before? This is my first experience of half and half. Fellow Aussies may not know, but it is half milk/ half cream!
AND……. some coffee shops down here offer a special half and half cappuccino on their menu: a café breve
The boys somehow managed to still whip us up pancakes and eggs for the second day in a row which impressed us all.
Rather than say goodbye, we all said ‘see you in Cabo in 2025!’
Wouldn’t that be fantastic?
Although, Cabo has its drawbacks.
The big plus about the frigid summer conditions here in Port Townsend was that there was no pressure to be ‘beach-bod ready’.
Cabo would be a different kettle of fish.
But that is 6 years away. ??
And just like that, it was over.
Laughing, remembering, reacquainting, gasping together over traumatic events, screaming with laughter over hilarious memories and solving more than a couple mysteries from our school days, this reunion was an incredible experience.
I think everyone arrived with some nervousness; we all had our high school struggles and insecurities. I wondered if any of mine might be churned up a little.
But I found our time together brought me affirmation and no little amount of healing.
We farewelled each other.
I jumped into the my friend Sherry’s car, as she had invited me back home with her to Victoria, BC!
We stopped for coffees and souvenir shopping with a few other stragglers in Port Townsend.
I ordered a cappuccino and the froth reached the top of the mug. Pictured above is how much coffee was actually in the cup! ?
Then we boarded the ferry bound for Victoria.
One and a half hours of smooth sailing under a overcast sky.
A full rainbow greeted us as we exited the ferry and joined the customs drive-thru line.
The customs guy was on Sherry’s side so I struggled to make out all he was saying, as he asked about what goods the two of us had brought into Canada.
I did catch his question about candy.
I began nodding, but saw that Sherry was shaking her head at me.
Why did she want me to lie about candy? I didn’t want to go to jail for not declaring candy.
‘We sure did!’ I said, full disclosure to a T. ‘LOTS of candy.’
Custom’s guy’s eyebrows shot up.
‘Brownies? Chocolate?’ He queried?
‘Michelle, we didn’t bring over any cannabis candy’, Sherry burst out laughing.
My mouth fell open as I realized what I had just ‘fessed up to.
Thankfully the customs guy had a sense of humour and waved us through without further misadventure.
Sherry drove us to a local street market the scenic way, along Beach Drive. Luxurious homes and gardens on the left and ocean views to the right.
We browsed the market stalls and ate a leisurely dinner at Vis á Vis.
It was 9 pm by the time we got to Sherry’s home.
I wrote in my diary, conversed with the family, and then: oblivion0