Delays were clearly the theme of the day. N is finally almost recovered from his horrendous February ski accident (I have spared my readers those details), and we were able to enjoy a long period of sitting on the deck before we could get a table. In any event, N’s parents, K and S, picked us up and we hied our way on to the Westporter restaurant in, you guessed it, Westport, where we met up with A and N.
Someday I’m writing a coffee table book called bathrooms around the world. Small, and some of the best airport bathrooms I’ve experienced. We arrived almost two hours late at the very pleasant Providence Airport. Somewhat antiseptic, with large soaring walls that could benefit from what at one point would have been called decoration – but this is made up for by the significantly improved food and drink choices over terminals A and B. But at least we were on JetBlue, which is now ensconced in the Orlando airport’s new Terminal C. The weekend started, as such things frequently do, with a delayed flight. with a weeks’ interlude in Northern Spain – how better to get ready than a weekend in coastal Rhode Island, otherwise known as the Farm Coast.ĭaughter A and son-in-law N apparently decided to celebrate almost a year of marriage by treating both their aged parental units to a week-end in a lovely, classic New England shingled Airbnb, right at the edge of a salt water marsh. As FromSwamptoSummit prepares for the next trip, coming up in July – three weeks in the U.K.
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