We woke around 5 pm to get ready to go with Mom, Dad, J. and the kids to the airport. We took two taxis. Mom, H, P, and I rode in one, the rest rode in the other. We packed a suitcase filled with things we wouldn't be using in India or China. It was a good thing we called for two taxis (originally, L. and I weren't sure we'd be going), because they ended up needing the space to pack everything.
We thought we'd be able to spend some time with them before saying goodbye, but we no sooner got off the taxi and rolled into the airport when we said goodbye, gave hugs/kisses, and saw our family set off through the no-visitors gate to international check-in, which was right by the entrance into the airport. It was pretty fast. We left our place around 6:00 a.m., arrived at the airport by 6:30 and said goodbye before 6:45...
We hoped to take the airport express back into the city, but it wouldn't start running until 7 a.m., so L. and I wandered around the relatively quiet terminal before catching the (as usual) delayed express. It was 8:30 am by the time we got back - at least we saved money?
I wasn't feeling that good, achy in my chest and sleepy, so I took a nap. L. was more productive, using the time to clean the apartments (ours and the one the family stayed in), do laundry, etc. I woke up 7 hours later, still a bit groggy, but stable. I'm still reeling from the fever, it appears. We passed the time finishing up the laundry and watching "Finding Nemo" on DVD. By then, a fierce thunderstorm had rolled in. It rained something hard around midnight. It amazed me to see that some restaurants below us were still open for business, weathering the storm. No one appeared to be patronizing them during that late, wet night during school break and few students around, so it puzzled me why they stayed open. Who knows, maybe there were folks crazy enough to venture out in the madness for a bite to eat. We went to bed, still amazed that I could still sleep.
