Ironically considering that she's always acted as if car travel were a direct and calculated insult to her sovereignty, Camilla does pretty well on airplanes. When we took our vacation to Idaho back in May the trip home was a painful fourteen hours door-to-door, and I still didn't feel that it was as excruciating as the six-hour drive from Indiana we'd endured the month before.
Compared to either of those ordeals, the two-hour straight-shot flight from Michigan to New England, even with airport and car time on either end, was a dream within a dream. Camilla skipped her morning nap (BAD) and was so interested in the features of the airplane that she wouldn't go down for her afternoon nap (BAD) but this resulted in her sleeping for the entire drive from the airport to our friends' house on Cape Cod (GOOD). So it all worked out beautifully in the end.
My favorite part of the trip so far was at 5:30am on Sunday, when the Billa woke up and wouldn't go back to sleep, so Bryan stood up with her to bounce her, and... she pooped all over him. I bet you can guess which carefully chosen piece of mild profanity was his response to that situation.
Our friends have a television like most Americans, and they also have remote controls for the television. This excites Camilla to no end:
It excites us not so much because we have the task of extricating said remote controls from Her Highness, who does not appreciate the fact that we are saving her from (A) the displeasure of our host, who is very generous and has a four-month-old daughter of his own, but who would still not be thrilled is she destroyed his remote control, and (B) certain electrocution and possible death. She is such an ungrateful child.
We are having a wonderful time with dear friends and all is sweetness and light. Unfortunately the best of the best in the best of all possible worlds does not make for very funny or interesting blogging fodder, but what can you do?
Dinner at a nearby seafood restaurant is on the agenda for right about now. I am a fan of seafood, except for the really slippery or squishy kinds, so I don't want to miss that.
Here is a picture of Camilla and our hostess's arm:
Tomorrow we are going to meet Maureen! I can't wait.