In which our intrepid heroine rides a duck and spends some time at roadside attractions.

The day after the wedding, we slept in, and then went to meet the newly-Mrs. Shear at her hotel. Then, en masse, we all rode into downtown to take a Duck Tour, which is something I’ve always wanted to do but never got up the courage to accomplish. It was lovely. I got to chat with Lessa’s au pair (from when she was a little girl), who is a really awesome person, and then we all piled into a WWII-era amphibious vehicle to ride around the city. They gave us quackers so we could quack at pedestrians:

And they really meant for us to do it. I wasn’t as embarrassed as I thought I’d be. Anyway. On our way, we saw many interesting things, including real ducks:

A gondola (bobbing about miserably on the bay):

And this curious little kid on a bus:

Plus some interesting boat names. My favorite:

Then we said our goodbyes and went on to Geppi’s comic and culture museum, which Jennie liked (she’s a comic book artist) and we liked the second time through. That evening, we went out to have ice cream with the grandmother-in-law, ate some pizza for dinner (a Sunday evening ritual), and went to bed to rest up for our drive home the next day.

The drive home was fairly uneventful. I slept most of the way. However, we did stop off at South Of the Border for some wacky photos and browsing through more doodads than any one person could ever possibly need. Here is that adventure, in photo essay form (it needs no explanation):

And that was that. I spent all of Tuesday at home, in bed, which was awesome, and then it was back to work Wednesday. It was an excellent road trip. It feels like it took waaay longer, though, and my brain wouldn’t cooperate until the following Wednesday, but it was so worth it.