Washington, D.C.- Day 4 Going Home August 25, 2016

We were up before 7:30. When we got to breakfast at 8:15, there was no fruit at all. Very disappointing. While eating, we were surprised by a commercial on TV that flashed our last name in big letters on the screen. It was for a local Toyota dealership. My husband's parents say we are not related to them, even though the name is not a common one. It was just really weird to see our names like that. My older daughter says it is even freakier, when it is shouted on TV.
We were out of the room at 9:05. The bill had been under the door in the morning, so there was nothing left to do, but drop off the keys at the front desk. We were at Gallery Place at 9:14 and on the Yellow Line 2 minutes later. It was not too crowded with commuters.  At 9:31, we arrived at the Ronald Reagan International Airport station. We got a little turned around exiting, but were soon going the right way, and paid the fare of $2.55. I put the passes away for our next visit to D.C.
We'd checked in last night, but still had to do all the kiosk stuff to pay for the bags. At 9:44, we dropped our bags at the bag check. We had planned to pick up lunch at a restaurant nearby, but they were still doing breakfast.
So, we went to our TSA Pre line. We were in line at 9:51 and it was slowed a bit by a large spill on the conveyor belt. For whatever reason, the TSA agent decided my shoes needed to be swabbed. We were done at 9:56. We passed food places and decided Lebanese was something we couldn't get at home. So, at Lebanese Taverna, I picked Chicken Shawarma Bowl with salad for my daughter to pick up once we had a place to wait for our flight. We made our way to the gate and managed to find seats, after learning our flight was delayed a bit.
At 11:45, we were seated for American Flight 1872 to Orlando. The plane pushed back at 12:02 and took off at 12:18, over 30 minutes late. We thoroughly enjoyed our unusual meal that we'd picked up. The pickled cauliflower was really unusual-and pink!

We landed at 2:01 at OIA. In the process of taxiing to the gate, the pilot pretty well circled the airport, even passing the terminal. We were finally at the gate at 2:11. After we got our checked luggage, I called my husband, who was waiting in the cell lot. He picked us up at 2:49.
Once we were home, I had to say good-bye to my younger daughter, who had to get home to get ready for an early day at work. It had been a really nice trip and I can't wait for the next one with one or both of my girls!