Saturday, March 24th--Saying Goodbye to the Magic
We got up fairly early this morning and started getting all of our things together so we could go to breakfast. Last year, we skipped breakfast on the last day, but we liked our tablemates and servers SO much this year, that we really wanted to get that one last chance to say goodbye. I was sad just thinking about how fast this week had gone.
We headed up to Parrot Cay and were told by this very stern, monotone, expressionless man that the doors weren't opening yet and we had 20 more minutes to wait. I quickly started remembering how some people on the DIS had reported that many of the workers on the ship were not quite as nice towards the end of the cruise as they were in the beginning, and I was thinking maybe they were right.

However, I am happy to say that every other person we encountered after the grumpy man were just as nice as could be.
As we were sitting in the hall waiting for them to open the doors, I heard a boy holler to my DS. He came over and did sortof a wrestling move on my DS (you know how boys are

), and I thought to myself how cool it was that the kids had made so many great friends this year. They REALLY had a great vacation and made some friends that made their trip very magical. So, DS and his friend say goodbye, and I start to get sortof weepy.
They open the doors to Parrot Cay, and we head in to say our final farewells to Evan and Gabor as well as the VanWeelden's who had dined with us every night. The breakfast was not, IMO, very good. However, I'm not really a breakfast person anyway, so it didn't bother me. I couldn't get the lump in my throat to disappear anyway, so food wasn't going to help that. We see the VanWeelden's come in, but realize that we probably need to get going pretty quickly because we had a 12:50 flight to catch.
After many hugs and tears, we say our goodbyes. I'm just plain sad at this point. The only thing that kept me going was knowing that we'd be seeing the VanWeelden's on our 08 Double Dip!
We headed to the atrium and stopped for a few more pictures and then went down the escalators to find our luggage. This is the point in the trip that I asked myself why in the you know what did I bring so much luggage?

Well, as I had feared, one of our suitcases was missing. Guess whose it was? Yep, mine. I went from fairly nice to a @*&@* in a few seconds flat. How could they have lost MY suitcase? Well, after getting help from some lady, I finally spot it in the wrong section. Whew! I could start taking slow breaths again and try to go back to my happy place.
We went outside and got in line for the Budget shuttle to take us back to get our car rented for the return trip to the airport. We didn't have to wait for too long, but while we're waiting, we see the VanWeelden's again and all the tears start flowing all over again.

We said goodbye one last time, got on our shuttle, rented our car, and we were on our way to the airport.
As we were leaving Port Canaveral, we all waved goodbye to "our ship". This had been a great vacation! We had quality time together as a family (even though we rarely saw the kids

), and we were able to see some places we had only dreamed about. Life was good, and we felt blessed to be so lucky.
Final Installment: It ain't over until
I say it's over!
