We woke up well rested in a very comfortable bed. I decided I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to shower which neither Lindsay nor Jen were surprised about. A lover of showers, I guess that’s apparent. I do admit I have always prioritized them, even while exploring Europe. Worse flaws to have I’m sure. Jen and I ran to the store to get some eggs, and then she prepare us a breakfast feast of poached eggs, toast, and fruit. So good to us. She even washed our dishes that we had brought in… reminisces of our pasta dinner in Alaska that we didn’t have time to wash. The smell of pesto in the car was not welcome. Jen and I continued our catch up time and Lindsay joined us for breakfast. Jen’s friend Rosie also came out to have breakfast, dressed in tiny Matchett’s clothing. It was a great breakfast, and nice to just sit and relax and catch up and make new friends. And Jen can make quite the meal. If we had stayed for lunch, I would’ve had her make her mom’s Caesar salad or perhaps or ham fettucini she had made last Easter in Dublin. Jen told me about her ambitions to save the world, and I have no doubt she’s going to succeed. And that if she ever needs a good accountant, she knows where to find one. Poor Jen was probably exhausted from her constant full speed ahead attitude but she was quite the host. I’m sure Lindsay and I would’ve been happy to linger, and to frolick around Van with Jenni, but we had Seattle on the list today, and that destination had lit a fire in Lindsay. We laughed about my all business attitude, which Jen was familiar with, as she accredited to our conquering Europe partly due to my scheduling and organizing. Finally someone who appreciates it.
A little before noon, me and Lindsay say goodbye to sweet Jenni. We had come and gone like a whirlwind, but knowing Jen, she appreciated it. I loved our time with her, she’s got that sort of magnetic energy. We had tried to tempt her to explore Seattle with us but she had some yoga and studying to do. Always hustling. Seeing miss Jen had made the morning already a success, and set the day for greatness.
We set en route for Anacortes, the seaside town where the San Juan Island Ferry picks up. We stopped to get our Vancouver souveniors, and got in line to cross the border. The usual interrogation… you are from where? And you went to Alaska? You drove? Why Alaska? Any guns? Any narcotics? Yes, from Chicago, yes we drove, to see Alaska, no guns, no narcotics. We handed over our passports and yet again, you drove from Wisconsin? Yep. Alright, have fun, you can go. I guess when you are American citizens, there’s little they can do to stop you.
As soon as we crossed the border, it was like it had become Christmas Eve for Lindsay. She was sitting in the passengers seat, straight up giddy. I knew the reason for her excitement, it was like she was coming home, to the place she loved. The San Juan Islands and Seattle were Lindsay’s version of Disneyland, especially if you were a Disney fanatic. I knew she was not only excited to see them, but also to show them to me, like a kid who has his most prized possession that day for show and tell. We passed through all the Evergreens of Washington, the Evergreen State after all, and headed for Anacortes. We got to the ferry port around 2:40, and the ferry didn’t leave until 4:45, so we had time to relax, use the bathroom, and reconnect with the outside world after a stint of Canadian/Alaskan seclusion.
We are currently onboard the ferry, en route to Friday Harbor. Even though its Sunday. Ha, cheap joke. Lindsay just scheduled us on a sunset sea kayaking tour. Today is Lindsay’s day. Tomorrow, I regain control of my schedule. Although, let’s be honest, she’s gotten to choose most of the time. I already got my morning joy, time with an old friend, and ofcourse a hot shower.
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