We got up early to a message from Mel that had come in overnight (he works nights) to say, "You're in my town? Let's have brekkie in Portland."
When we arrived at his workplace to pick him up, the receptionist delivered the first of many quotable quotes of the long day. "Dr. Vassey, there are two very happy people out here to see you."
And so we had a delightful breakfast at a Portland institution, according to Mel who should know, Becky's Diner:
The second quotable quote of the day was delivered by the waitress: "There was a little incident with your poached eggs."
Actually, this was the third. The other involved a toll booth lady, but that story is just too long for me to tell well at this late hour. Don't you hate it when someone gives a teaser like that? Sorry. I'm on vacation. And I'm happy, so deal with it!
And then on the way out of the parking lot, there was a blogger's gift just ripe for the picking:
We were hoping to have time to do some more shopping in the Commercial Street area, but we ran out of time, because we had a plane to catch:
I took several photos on the plane ride, but I used my little camera and forgot to pack the cable for that one, so I can't share them with you yet. SORRY!
The flight in that little plane was interesting, a bit like flying on a feather. But it was pretty smooth and the pilot and airline were wonderful and so accommodating and generous of personalized service. There had been a concern earlier in the day that the weather in Yarmouth would not allow us to land, and so we weren't sure we'd be flying out, but in the end the stars and planets aligned and we landed perfectly on time, without incident.
Now we are well fed and safely ensconced in Paula's beautiful home in Nova Scotia. There is plenty of room for Mr. Jefferies to safely run around her extensive and gorgeous grounds unleashed. He's done a great job of terrorizing Paula's two cats. Please send funds for the necessary cat psychological rehab! He's exhausted now and so are we.