Morning comes WAAAAAAY too soon on the last day. We dock at 5:30 and everyone has to be off the ship by 9am.
I decided to wear my tiara home because A) WHY NOT? and B) I didn’t want to pack it.
We actually got off the ship and through baggage and customs pretty easily. Then it was a quick bus ride to the airport, where normally I’d be super excited about this, but…after a solid week of drinking it doesn’t even sound good. Mark this day in history.
And vacation isn’t quite over yet! Look who we ran into at the airport?! Peeps!
And then vacation really WAS over when we landed in Chicago and it was COLD. Bah humbug.