Homeward Bound

After leaving our friends in Cornwall, we took the train to Mildenhall AFB, spent one night and the next day we were homeward bound on a wonderful (free) military hop.
This plane was smaller than the one we took over. We landed about 7 hours later in Dover, DE. We had a rush trip by rental car to Philadelphia, where we caught a Southwest flight to Houston. Interesting twist to our trip: the weekend we arrived home, the Texas Longhorns were playing the Huskers in Lincoln. We could not get a flight from Philly to Lincoln.


However, Houston connection was easy. And our Scottish Country Dancing fellowship was having its annual ball and workshop in Houston that weekend. So, we went to the host hotel, got a room for the next two nights and had a wonderful weekend of dancing.

Our friends from San Antonio gave us a ride there, where we stayed with them for the next two nights. We were able to rent a truck, empty our storeroom in San Antonio, as well as that of our Daughter Andrea, and on Thursday the 26th we headed north. We spent a night with our Son Abey and family in Austin and the next night with the Ross Family in Edmond, OK, the parents of Andrea's husband.

The next day we met up with Roger's cousin Marianne in Stillwater, OK and attended the Nebraska-Oklahoma State football game. (NU lost...sigh) Then we went on to Olathe, KS, delivered all our storeroom's loads to Andrea's new garage, and thus completed this month-long odyssey.
A fable of Sri Lanka tells the story of three princes and how they kept making accidental but valuable discoveries while looking for something else. Another name for Sri Lanka is Serendip; thus our word: serendipity, which fairly describes much of our trip, especially the last part. When we left for Scotland we had no plans to attend the ball in Houston, clear out our two storerooms, or see Marianne and



attend another Husker game, let alone getting to spend some nights with Meg's parents in New Braunfels, Abey in Austin or the Ross family. God is good all the time, and many are the blessings that come our way, often unbidden or expected, but always appreciated.