Day 26

It’s the penultimate day, we are out of Detroit Metropolitan tomorrow after lunch.
Tidy up time. Pack time.
We have gifts coming out our ears.
We have invited a large suitcase to come for a holiday in Australia. It accepts the invitation with alacrity.
All the stuff we need to pack is laid out.
It includes three pieces of lead light that Sue’s brother Randy has made for us and others. These have to be packed so they don’t break, obviously.
Then there’s the Halloween stuff, bags of lollies, packets of this and that, some rather odd things too, that I can’t mention, as they are a surprise.
Then there’s the extra clothes we have been given, which includes three pairs of mittens, so thick and warm, they will be virtually useless in Australia.
There’s the Canadian stuff, T-shirts, and various sweater type things.
There are the Maple Syrup cookies (read biscuits) and a couple of books, which I found at a bookshop here.
Both Bill Bryson, and at a very good price.
Today, we also visit the cemetery to see some family graves, Sue’s father and brother.
The big thing here is to buy a plot well before it’s needed. There doesn’t seem to be much in the way of cremation here. Many of the population are good French Catholics.
The other thing is have your headstone done before you die, with all your details, plus those of your spouse already engraved, leaving only the inevitable date of death blank. See Photo.
It’s all rather odd really.
The rest of the day we pack, and of course the new passenger AKA suitcase gets filled to over flowing. It finally weighs in at 19 kg.
We are allowed 26 so we’re pretty happy, though it does seem heavy.
Yet another dinner at more relatives, with more pizza then the farewell drinks, don’t they know we have a plane to catch.
A couple are fairly hammered so catch a taxi home.
One of Sue’s old school mates does a traditional Canadian farewell and moons us, having written on her bum “Down Under Eh!”