Today we pulled into Portland, Maine. The weather was rainy. The port was foggy. We got some neat pics on the way in.
We were told that since Portland was our first American stop after all the Canadian trips, we all had to get off the ship and go through Customs, even if you didn't have plans to get off the ship, everyone had to. So we were in group 21, and we're waiting. As we're waiting, I get a text from my sister.
My mom had had a medical emergency and had to be rushed to the hospital. We didn't have an idea of what was happening yet, so I was like, okay, let's just wait a sec and see what's happening. Within an hour, we found out, things were dire. She wasn't going to wake up. So now, Husband and I had to get off the boat fast and fly over to Utah. PJ and I quickly threw all of our stuff into luggage as Adam rebooked our flights from Boston (our final cruise location) from Portland and we were rushing. We got all of our luggage packed and then decided to make a run for the airport. On the way out, I was crying of course, and we're on a ship of old women (Holland America is definitely an old persons cruise) and I got a lot of hugs from a lot of grandma's. It took a while to deboard (because we had to sign paperwork saying that we were getting off here of our own accord) and then we rushed to the airport. We had an hour or so to wait and then got on the flight. We switched planes at JFK (after a 3 hour layover, good lord) and finally made it to Utah at around 10:00 PM. We had been up for such a long time at this point and we were ready to rest.