The most bittersweet day. We woke up early to pack and aboard the dock, heading on a 3-hour boat ride away from GRRS. I’ll definitely miss the dock, the sun, and the waves. The heat and humidity? Not as much. And definitely not the seasickness (my parting gift on our way back). But still, sailing away across the choppy waters, I could not believe how quickly our reef excursions were wrapping up.

A couple hours later we were at the mainland dock. A bunch of us used the bathroom, which was no longer Clivus. That was also super surreal. And then time to aboard the bus back to the airport.

And lastly, our flight back home. Before we left, Noelle, Sam, Ian, Dyllan, and I got some really yummy pizza for lunch in the airport. Reminiscing on our time at GRRS and how long ago LCRS seemed, it felt like deja vu that we were taking the same steps back to Houston that we had taken to get to Belize.

As we landed in IAH, people began leaving for their connecting flights, until only 8 of the original 14 TFBers were left.

But more to come! Some of us that are still in Houston are trying to meet up, so fingers crossed!