The next morning, Benjamin
was up even as Kaylen
slept and I tried to get a good picture of the cookies with flash
or without
but unfortunately, they photographed about as good as they tasted.
Breakfast was a more impressive story with lots of breads and muffins
cereals and fruits
and warm oatmeal
but I started with this healthy plate
as Kaylen
Ben
and Suzanne
enjoyed watching the staff
who managed the hotel take care of breakfast. This inspired me to
try their waffles
which weighed me down for the day so that I could understand how someone
who stayed there for a year
might want to name their suite. After saying goodbye to the desk clerk
we headed back to Smith to get Jane. After a picture with 2 good friends
we did the packing ritual
and then after saying good bye to the girl from Phoenix and her friend
we packed the car
celebrated this fact
and then took a picture of Jane with her friend
and then captured the people from Hanover
whose daughter's sister's friend's friend's sister father is me.
These pictures
do a good job of recording the attempts to come up with a plan in the
cafeteria amid more good byes
before Suzanne and Mary
decided that we should all
head off but first the keys had to be returned
and then we stopped at the book store
to get a Sweatshirt as Tom
was amused at how slow progress was as followed the Sear's
to a parking place where we fed the meter
and got together
for the trip across the street to Fitzwilly's
where the girls
studied the menu as Ben and Suzanne
chatted with Mary
and Jane snapped these pictures of the fathers
before my portobello sandwich
and the other sandwiches
and Ben's mac and chack
and the girl's wraps
came along with our waters
to make for a charming meal even without the bathroom directive.
We recorded the history of the restaurant building
and headed back for some final good byes
as the mothers watched
even one more round of good byes
before we parked the car
at Herell's
and headed in
to check out the menu
record the signs
and get our desserts
before recording the history of the place
as the first home of ice cream of its genre.
By now, the afternoon was wearing on and it was time to head
to Brattleboro
where the sign pointed the way to Manchester
even as the mural welcomed us to town.
We knew we were in Manchester
when we saw good friend Ralph
and soon we were admiring Mary's picture
of the 6 emotions as we explored the house
and then the out buildings
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