Isn't it strange how time can pass so quickly when going to a destination, but so slowly when you're heading home?
Now let me tell you about an age-related problem that is sometimes an issue: there are days my bladder refuses to hold more than half-an-ounce. Thank goodness there's a toilet in the back of the bus, because I'd either have had an accident, or else the bus would have had to stop especially for me, which wouldn't have won me a lot of friends. Have you ever tried to walk down the aisle of a bus going 80 miles per hour? I managed it by holding onto the backs of seats as I made my way back. Oh, and have you ever actually tried to USE one of those tiny rest rooms, all the time swaying too and fro, back and forth? I'm just thankful there wasn't enough room to fall down while standing, or to fall off the pot while seated.
Cliff and I each had a piece of toast before we left home, knowing we wouldn't be eating breakfast until about 9. We ate at a truck stop in Kingdom City. I could tell by looking the food wasn't great, but the salad bar was already there, so I chose a salad. Cliff confirmed my suspicions about the quality of the food. I'm not complaining: Joyce, the club secretary, plans these trips with some input, I believe, from the driver. Sometimes, in order for the timing of the whole trip to work, you take what you can get. The rest of our meals during this adventure were wonderful.
Here's a thing about traveling with mature ladies of a certain age: All the women love to bake, and they love to see people eating their food. So from time to time, cookies, banana bread, and other goodies are passed around. There was also leftover Easter candy, snack crackers, and other such delights in abundance. Trust me, nobody is going to starve on these trips! I snack very little on the way to our destinations. Going home, it's a different story.
I'll close this with a picture of my new great-granddaughter, Amara.