All vacations must come to an end, and this one was no exception. The day began abruptly, with our having to be at the train station at 6 a.m. Somehow, we did it, and we also made our way through customs without being snagged.

The train back to Portland was not as much fun as the ride to Vancouver. Our car was hot and stuffy. My nose was plugged up, so I felt very much like a fish in a bowl, one that needed the water cleaned. Eleanor and my mother felt similarly. We were all snuffling, and coughing, and sneezing. It was as close as I’ve ever come to feeling like a refugee.

African daisy (note the honey bee)

We kept ourselves occupied several ways, one of which was to again speculate about the royal family. Bob pulled up photos on the internet. Sad to say, the photos of Harry and his presumed father show a marked likeness. We all wonder if they did a DNA test. I speculated that the royal family brushed this one under the carpet. This was Princess Di’s way of thumbing her nose at the royal family. She’s now elsewhere, laughing herself silly about this one.

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