There’s a party at the inn tonight. Sara jokes that it’s to celebrate our leaving. I suspect that it’s the opposite. We’ve made quite a few friends during our time here, and I think they wanted to send us off with a bang.
The toughest part is to drag Hannah away from the archeology table. But I manage to, and we go home to change into more party-appropriate outfits.
My kid knows how to make an entrance in style.
She’s ready to demonstrate that she’s got some moves, too! She got them from her mamma.
A few of us join her on the dancefloor. Simrumba time!
The inn owner is a bit shy with selfies, but Hannah is really convincing. To her, too, she promises that we’ll be back, and they hug like old friends.
She also takes selfies with Sara, and she spends most of the night talking to her. They don’t have a lot in common, but they’re fascinated with each other, and I can tell that they’re becoming best friends even faster than I’m getting drunk on the local alcohol.
And finally, she takes selfies with me.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 