Nothing is ever without adventure with my child and Shawn. They were to arrive in Detroit at 10 this morning. I left early enough to compensate for any crowding at the Blue Water Bridge crossing. Half way to Sarnia, my cell phone rang, it was Alana calling from the Fort Lauderdale airport... they missed their connecting flight to Detroit (not their fault as the first flight landed two hours late). I wasn't about to turn around so I carried on and made it to the border in record time. The anticipated long wait turned into about a minute and half so I headed to the Cracker Barrel for a poached egg on toast, crispy bacon (the treat I love) and tea while waiting for further instructions from Alana.
I had a leisurely breakfast and was browsing around the gift store when she called. They were booked on the flight at four, arrival time as yet unknown. Alrighty then... I have 10 hours to kill, lovely.
I killed a couple of the them at a mind numbingly boring mall before I decided to head towards Detroit. I really didn't want to get into the traffic there later in the day. I decided as I zipping along I 94 that a visit to Greenfield Village and the Henry Ford Museum would be a great way to spend the day... it was.
Alana called while I was there to let me know the plane would be landing at 7. Eventually I made my way to the airport, parked the car and my butt (I was tired!!!) had a lemonade at Starbucks and read my book.
They arrived on time, hale and hearty and thoroughly exhausted. We were on the road by 7:45 and the first place they wanted to go was McDonald's for heaven sake. We had a quick stop where they inhaled "food" and we headed to the border, knowing it was going to take forever to get through customs. They had already been through U.S. customs in Florida which was arduous... we expected no less coming in to Canada.
Alana asked if she and Shawn looked pathetic enough, would the customs take pity on their tired and bedraggled selves and let them off easy (they'd been up for about 34 hours at this point). I said, "not so much". Turns out when we got to the booth (no traffic at all), Alana and I knew the officer. She had gone to highschool with him.
So after a brief catch up chat we were on our merry way and their excessive bottles of Nicaraguan rum were safely bound for London.
We made it to London in record time (no traffic and no OPP's) and we are all in our respective homes.
I'm tired but so very glad they are home.
V