We went to the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner the day before. Next morning, we got up, got coffee, and took a walk around the marina there at the resort. Lots of very expensive boats, but I suppose when you look at the location, it was inevitable.
Gregg loaned us his car, and Betsy and I drove down to a cute little town called Friday Harbor, which appeared to be where the ferries came in. We had a light lunch there, before we headed back to the resort again. Just a quick visit, and I guess at least we got to see something else. I got to wear my same shirt again, as the nice white one I’d had neatly laundered was still hanging on the hook back in my wardrobe 😂😂😂
The wedding ceremony itself went well, with a nice job done by one of Stefan’s friends who conducted the service. We then went across the road to the main hotel, where the reception was held, starting with some drinks and canapés which was nice. We were then moved into the main dining area for the meal etc.. I said a few words on behalf of those who couldn’t be there (travel bans and Covid) and then the day was over for us, as we then had to do our journey again in return.
This time out pilot was a young woman called Chelsea, who approached it all like “I get to go home when this shift is over” sort of matter of fact approach. Nice taking off straight over the resort as the sun was setting (and the party going on of course). Back to Boeing field, parked next to the plane , and next we were on board on our way back to St. Petersburg.
We got back to St. Pete’s early on the Sunday morning, and got straight to sleep again. Next day, we started preparations for returning to England again (Covid tests, house preparation, all that stuff.).