Friday April 15th
Travel Begins…
Busy Day! I cannot be the only one who has a ton of stuff to do last minute before they leave for a trip…or am I? Procrastination is something I certainly excel at, but making sure I come home to clean sheets, putting away laundry, dropping of History Day papers, turning in library books, going to Mug N Bun to buy a gallon of root beer, going to FedEx to drop off said gallon of root beer (in a box full of peanuts, wrapped in bubble wrap, double bagged and rubber banded..let’s hope it made it!) doesn’t necessarily seem the normal way to start a vacation!
All the errands done, I got myself to the airport, hopped in the shuttle (got a little wet in the process), and got inside to catch the plane to beautiful…
Chicago’s Midway
Can I tell you how much I don’t care for Chicago airports? Well..maybe another time—but let’s put it this way: Indianapolis offers you a free couple of hours of wi-fi access. Chicago (one of the largest cities in America)? Not so much.
And of course, from Chicago to Denver—I had to sit next to two people who either made out or went back and forth in this fashion “No…I love YOU more!” “You’re silly! I love you SOOO MUCH!”
This. This behavior is enough to make normal sane people (I’ve never claimed to be one of these…but I think I can pass okay) to want to stab the offending persons in the eye. Or at least bludgeon them to death. I think it’s fantastic that you love your wife, sir, really—I do. I just don’t need to hear it for three and half hours straight.
I had brief pit stop in Denver (Where were the mountains?? I was told I would land in mountains!) and then it was off again. This time, I was stuck next to a farting businessman who double fisted gin and tonics. Sweet, right? How do I get so lucky?
But the scenery? The scenery on that flight was amazing! Can I even begin to explain how surreal it is to be 30,000 feet in the air and see the earth so close up that you feel like you could reach down and touch it? I don’t think I can, actually. The Rocky Mountains from on high look like the top of a perfect meringue pie. It doesn’t even look real. I was glad that, for once, I had taken the window seat—it was something I didn’t regret.
Until we went to land at SFO.
I fell asleep at some point on my flight from Denver, but woke up just in time to see lights sparkling up at me from the city below. I believed we had arrived. Wrong. Thirty minutes later, we are still flying over those sparkly lights—and I am so ready to get off the plane. But eventually—we did land; I got off the plane, got my bag and was promptly picked up by my tour guides, Beth and Triv. Waiting for me in the back seat? Mimosas—made from local bubbly enjoyed from Mason jars. Follow that with a most stunning view of the Golden Gate Bridge from the top and I will tell you I’ve never had a better welcome in any of my travels!
WELCOME TO CALIFORNIA!!
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