Because of the previous nights hotel finding frenzy, Wesley had started Saturday morning by getting on priceline and securing us a three star hotel for a mere $42 a room in Hartford, Connecticut. Grampa and Grama were quite impressed, especially when they people watched on Sunday morning. We had arrived, bleary-eyed at midnight, and I was trying to scrape together as much sleep as possible. Gramps and Grama, on the other hand, were chipper as ever and when we had all climbed aboard, they told us how ritzy some of the people staying there were, how it was evident that they had a lot of money, and how nice the place was. Wes and I agreed, chuckled, and then I drifted off for my mid-morning nap.
We headed towards home with a stop or two at some delightful scenery so that we could take a shot of the grandparents on their 58th wedding anniversary.
Grama really wanted to find a gorgeous tree to take their picture in front of and we found quite a few along this road. We strolled down to a little pond and attempted to feed the geese with some leftover honey-buns from Helen’s.
We continued south with mainly food stops at Panera, Dairy Queen, and Chipotle, and an occasional fuel stop. Gramps was always quite helpful at these stops and would hop out of the passenger seat, grab the scrub brush for the windshield and clean away.
Another thing Gramps liked to help out with was making sure we were going the right direction. Although he was quite impressed with Wesley’s GPS, (or GSP as he called it), we had many a map floating through our car by the end of the trip and this was a common sight.
We arrived at Phillip and Ronda’s around nine pm to say hi and tell a few stories from the trip. Although not all these moments were shared, a few that bring a chuckle to me include: Wes pointing out a Georgio Armani store for me and Gramps saying, ‘Huh? Our body?’, Grampa eating a bowl of soup and looking over at Grama to say, ‘You make good soup, really good soup, but I wonder if we could get this recipe’ and Grampa coming back into the car after running an errand at a grocery store and saying, ‘Well, sorry it took me so long, as I stood in line, a lady fainted into my arms.’ True story, he just ‘held her for awhile until help came.’ My Grampa is definitley a knight in shining armour.
Although the four day travel excursion ends here, the trip by no means did, and Grampa continued to provide me with fodder for more stories.