All good things must come to an end, including vacations.
The hotel webiste said they did not serve breakfast. The sign in the parking lot said they did, at given hours. When we checked in, they said they did breakfast, but at different hours. Whatever. It was a satisfactory hotel breakfast.
We made our way up towards the Richmond Airport, with a coffee stop at a McDonalds. The transfer could not have gone better. We turned in the car, the woman noted the oil light, the tire pressure light which had just come on, and the scratches. "No problem, thanks, pick up your new car upstairs, bye." We dragged our stuff upstairs, were given another auto by a very nice young and were then again on our way.
We drove north up )-95 to Fredericksburg, where we had been invited to lunch with yet another Falls Church High School friend, Pat Powers Gaske, and her husband Steve. We had done the same several years ago. As before, we admired their lovely home, as well as the crab cakes she served, and again, there was no end of conversation.
Pat had baked brownies for dessert and gave us several to take with us.
From there we headed up to Falls Church and the Comfort Inn Falls Church, at Seven Corners. It was near where I lived way back then, all our out-of-town wedding guests stayed there, and we stay there virtually every time we are in Northern Virginia. We had a nice snack of two of the brownies from Pat.
Then it was Monday, and tine to start killing time until it was time to check in for our 5:30 flight to Amsterdam. We met my brother Bill and sister-in-law Cindy for a long lunch.
Eventually we made our way to the airport, where the final brownie made a brief appearance.
Then it was at last time to board our flight back across the big pond.
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