Day 8 — Coming Home

Coming home Saturday was an adventure in itself.  First there were the goodbyes with people we had shared such amazing experiences with.  Then we got to the airport and everything went fairly quickly.  Once past customs, I was able to pick up a few last souvenirs and grab some lunch.  I had just started eating when I heard my name called over the loud speaker.  At the gate desk I was told that when they scanned my checked luggage they saw something and wanted to open my suitcase in front of me.  I think it was just a random search because they were searching all through the luggage of about 25 people — the suitcases were scanned right there and then they looked everywhere inside, not for something specific.  It delayed the plane’s departure while they put the luggage on the plane.  Fortunately, two of our group leaders waited for me with me carry-on stuff and my lunch.  Thanks Liz and Devon.

By the time we got to Toronto, I had a sore throat.  By the time my plane to Ottawa took off, I was coughing.  Friends met me at the Ottawa airport and it wasn’t long before I was home and enough unpacked that I could get into my own bed again.  The hotel we stayed at in the RD was nice but there is no place like home.  I’ve been home almost a week now and have spent most of that time in bed coughing.  Heading out to the doctor’s tomorrow as I’m pretty sure this is bronchitis.

I’m still processing my thoughts about the trip — there was so much to take in and there’s so much going through my head that it may be a few days or even weeks before I’m ready to do a wrap-up for this adventure in the RD!  It’ll help once my head clears up from this cold and cough.  Others on the trip had developed a cough before we left so I’m hoping they fared better than I did.  Cheers from back home in Ottawa!

About mysm2000

Having taught elementary school for more than 25 years and been involved in many amazing technology and curriculum projects, I find I've developed a myriad of interests based on literature I've read and music I've heard. I've followed The Wright Three to Chicago, Ansel Adams to Colorado, The Kon Tiki Expedition to Easter Island, Simon & Garfunkel lyrics to New York City, Frank Lloyd Wright to Fallingwater, Pennsylvania, and have only just begun.
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