The last day out was fairly uneventful so feel free to skip and slide to future entries-
We slept in as late as our bodies allowed us after polishing off all that wine and while I packed Mo wrote a message to the owners with our kindest regards. In skidaddling back to Portland, we took the most direct route which wound up being probably the most twisty and stomach churning commute through the hillside (Seriously. Moda started to get ill) Before stopping for breakfast at this little roadside dive. (The kind where I ordered a Spanish Omelette which, in their estimation, meant scrambled eggs with a jar of salsa dumped on it.) Nourished, we headed back.
With some time to kill before stopping at L and D's, we had beerz in the sunshine on the patio at the Kennedy School. Then it was a gas up ($50?!?!) a car drop off (bye, Impala), and the airport. The trip was w/o incident, and we were able to jack into the lil' TV's so we could watch cable movies and kill time. (btw- "The Talented Mr. Ripley" ain't got no momma)
Oh, and they lost my mo-fo'ing luggage.
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