I watched one last Bahamian sunrise, this time without a camera in sight. We had packed, and we were ready to head home. We had a good, large breakfast at the hotel, then went to meet our transport to the airport.
The trip home was uneventful, which was a good thing. By this time I had caught the cold that had plagued Laura for the entire trip, so we were both coughing up a storm (much to the annoyance of our fellow travelers.) There were no delays, and we arrived safely in Greenville at the appointed time.
Our luggage, however, was a different story. There was nothing awaiting us in Greenville. We were just glad it happened at the end of the trip rather than the beginning. The airline was able to locate it, and about 11:00 PM it was delivered to our house. Apparently my luggage tag had snagged in a conveyor belt and had caused damage to the bag and the delay. The contents were OK.