Frosty Welcome

As we prepared to leave Florida, the departure board read that a delay would keep us at the airport for an extra hour. Considering that you have to be available for all the formalities, it works out that we had something like 4 hours to kill. I read the papers left on the seats by departing travellers and even read USA Today. As the hour was late Monday, the air traffic was slow and there were few attractions to amuse disgruntled people, so the feelings were strained.

As we prepared to leave we had a wheelchair to help Doris to the loading ramp. We were pushed to the head of the line all the way through customs, security and bypassed the lineups as we accompanied her. It did however, make our wait longer at the boarding area. Our flight was uneventful except for the landing where 30 to 40 mph winds bounced us around somewhat,

Our limousine took us to our door at the 2 am hour. Our driver was from Bosnia and chatted with us telling of his love for his new country, Canada. We tumbled into our house which had little welcome home signs and a full fridge. One sign was from a sick flower which proclaimed that its poor health was because it "missed it mom and dad" ... us.

After a quick sleep I awoke to a white, snowy wonderland. I took a few pictures and instantly realized how much I missed winter. We came home to a visit from the daughters and had the pleasure of sharing what we missed...family. Now there will be a flurry of doctor visits and other health concerns that will carry us through for the next while.

The things we take for granted as Canadians are so apparent when you are away for a while.