Leaving Vancouver when the Canucks were bound for the cup was rather difficult. But then again, after a 5 hour flight, locating Miss Bathtub Diaries herself proved to be just as difficult. Yes, I was still in the secured area of the airport but found a way to sneak a peek at the waiting area and nope – she was nowhere to be seen. Her flight got in from London hours before mine landed so we had arranged to meet at my gate. But the big question was – Where was she? Lost? Got Bored and Left? Delayed?
After struggling with a payphone (yet another reason why I will never ever travel without a working mobile again!), I was finally able to get a hold of her. She insisted she was at my gate. I insisted she wasn’t. Had she changed so much over the last several months that I couldn’t pick her out of the crowd? Or was I going blind? This continued on for some time until we agreed to pick a very specific meeting place. After about 15 minutes, she appeared and to my relief – I wasn’t going blind and could recognize her even though she was all jazzed up in her brand new London Couture.
Even though it took forever, I was finally reunited with Miss Bathtub Diaries and it was like we hadn’t missed a beat. This was the first of many reunions for this leg of the trip and I couldn’t wait to catch up with each and every one of them.