There was much talk about digestion in Nashville. No, not like a group of old people at the dinner table. This digestion consists of taking in all the information and experiences of our nine days of training and really absorbing them. Tossing them around in our minds and our bodies and seeing what happens.
For myself, however, this process had to be delayed (we shall not speak of it as constipation as this delay was made consciously and deliberately and I can end it at any time, I swear). I so deliberately delayed my digestion because we had only three days in NYC before heading north.
Unfortunately these training modules happen in late June so our time in Newfoundland must be pushed back - normally we would have been there for months already. Of course it is an embarrassment of riches so I am not complaining! When I booked our ferry crossing, I thought that for once I won't need to give weather a second thought the way I do in April or May. How wrong I was.
As we drove northward it was clear that Hurricane Arthur was going to interfere with our crossing. Indeed, the ferry departure was moved up to a time that made it impossible for us to catch. So we - along with many others - rescheduled. The earliest we could book was for Tuesday night but I am holding out some hope that we might get on one tomorrow.
Meanwhile, Lucy and I are on something of an enforced vacation, holed up in Cheticamp on Cape Breton while the storm passes over. Seems like the perfect time for some digestion.