St. Maarten Vacation, Day 8

Well, all good things must come to an end. Today was our final day in St. Maarten with Abigail. She took Susan, Hillary, and me back to the airport in the morning and Suzanna in the afternoon.

But first she took us all to a restaurant called the Réveil Matin (French for "alarm clock") for breakfast. We had delicious crêpes (cue the "This tastes like crêpe!" jokes). And then we headed to the airport to unload our luggage and clutch each other, hugging and crying until we could sense the airport parking monitors coming our way to shoo Abigail out of the drop-off zone.

Susan, Hillary, and I are spending the night in Dallas, Texas, before our morning flight to Bismarck, North Dakota. Suzanna's overnight stay is in Boston, Massachusetts, before she flies from there to Nashville, Tennessee, in the morning. I can hear the New Year's Eve fireworks outside our hotel room window right now. 10, 9, 8, 7 ...

Happy new year to you all!

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Look at those fancy coffees!

After dropping Susan, Hillary, and me off at the airport, Suzanna had a little time before her own flight ... so she enjoyed another French pastry (that Susan and I had ordered but left behind--we were too full) while catching some rays on Abigail's apartment rooftop.

Boston is an hour ahead of Dallas, so Suzanna already rang in the new year. She shared some pics of the fireworks over Boston Harbor.