30 June - flying home

Woke at 7, had a shower finished packing, had toast and did the dishes.
Went for a walk down to the river and the tip of the island. it was sunny and warm and we were back at 945 to wait for Paul. At 10 maureen went to the post office and at 1015 she was back with a box to ship things home in and a story of how she met the driver outside our door and told him to come in but he said he was early so would go and get a coffee. He called and said that he could not get a taxi for Maureen ? and he would be right there.  Then Maureen told us of how she asked him to arrange that for her?  We said our goodbyes and Margie and I went outside and waited for him. About 10 minutes later Maureen came out and said that he had called again and 5 minutes later Omar showed up.

The drive to the airport was nice with Omar being very chatty and informative and telling us his side of this mornings story. he said he showed up and Maureen told him he was early and to go and get a coffee as we were not ready yet ??? and that she wanted him to arrange to get a taxi for her to the train station later that morning. That was not his job. If she had wanted to get it arranged she should have gotten ahold of the office like Margie and I did with lots of notice and they would arrange it. Two very different stories....Very Odd.
 the Airport was very odd too. with stairs going up across cafes only  to go down to hallways to get to your gate. but we made it and were comfortable enough to watch Warriors, Crazy stupid love, Albert Knobs and to eat three times. Pretzels, pasta and pizza pockets. Margie had a bathroom episode where the tissue got stuck to her foot in the washroom. they are very small washrooms. I laughed.

the montreal airport was kind of weird. did the customs thing and then went  and got our luggage and went back through a security check and dropped off our luggage and then had to across the airport to catch our plane at gate 9. bought a juice and some halls and Margie had a diet coke. 4 pm montreal time (11 o'clock Paris time) found Margie and sitting at a coffee shop in the airport in Montreal. Margie reading me writing. the flight to Edmonton seemed very long. tried to sleep but only managed a few hours. Margie's son Dennis met us at the airport and the ride home was scary. He is a terrible driver. It was good to be home Asleep by one am but did not sleep well.