Even though we called to see what we needed to bring to the DMV, once Hubby got there, he didn't have the right things. So he was on the phone to our insurance company trying to get things straightened out.
Meanwhile, the kids and I were at the house of the people who sold us the van. The mom was a very nice Ukrainian lady who spoke good English, but still spoke Ukrainian, or whatever their language is called, to her children. She said she loved kids and didn't mind us staying. I'm not sure how long we were there, but it seemed like forever once my three-year-old started screaming at the top of his lungs.
We had a nice visit, while the older boys jumped on their trampoline and watched tv in the basement. And they left us good feedback, so I guess we didn't bother them too much.
After finally being able to leave with the van, we went back to the hotel and checked out. Everyone was hungry, but we decided to wait until we got closer to Niagara to have dinner. Oh, if only we had known...