Nous Allons à Montréal, Huitième Jour (We go to Montréal , Day Eight, a bonus)

Day two in the airport. What a treat! After something of a breakfast struggle wherein Kent did not want to eat at the hotel while the rest of us did, and a brisk morning walk of a mile to get breakfast someplace else, only to discover it was an office building cafe that served nothing Isabella was going to eat, followed by a return mile walk back to the hotel to have breakfast there, we caught the shuttle back to the airport for our hopeful return home.

We were waiting in a long line to get through security and were then told to move down the concourse to an area without such a big line, only to get in another big line that was now way farther away from our gate. I was irritated. Again. 

The second, "shorter" line

HA!

But in the end, everything was fine. We made it to our gate, we made our flight, and we finally arrived back in Salt Lake. We did encounter some Friday afternoon traffic, but we made it home, happy with the trip overall. We had a great time, we got along, we had a marvelous time with Brenda and Brent, and we did things we have never done before. I say, here's to travel!