May 21

Our last day in the Whitsundays, we slept in, packed up our suitcases and walked to have breakfast in town. The hockey game was on, so we watched a period of that and then went back to our hotel to check out and take a shuttle to the airport. We flew back to Brisbane and by the time we got in, we were hungry for dinner! We stopped in the Valley and walked (in the rain) to Guzman y Gomez, supposedly the only decent Mexican food in town (like a crappier Chipotle). It was pretty decent, definitely satisfied my craving for a bit. But the crazy thing is that we sat down next to a couple and they said HI! I didn't know who they were, so the woman reminded me that we had met in Tasmania! While my parents and I were visiting the Tasman's Arch and Devil's Kitchen, we met a family whose father had grown up in San Francisco, married an Aussie and now lives in Tasmania. His daughter had just married a Chicago-native, who she met while studying at Purdue. And the couple currently lives in Brisbane! So, I happened to not only cross paths, but order food at the same time and sit next to each other. What a crazy small world! We made small talk and then went our separate ways. Maybe I'll run into them again someday... Back home, we cuddled and watched UP on our last night together.