As we were driving down to Phoenix, I checked my Delta mobile app and saw that not only had our flight been cancelled due to bad weather, but that we’d been scheduled for one the following day… which was forecast to be an even worse storm.
Thinking oh Hell no, I called the airline and
argued, cursed, berated, begged, pleaded, flirted, and okay…. promised a future child to secure us a flight for that day.
It worked, but we couldn’t fly into Maine as planned and could only get as far as Boston. This forced the husband to frantically scour his phone contacts to see which friend he could talk into driving south 3 hours in a raging blizzard to pick us up.
You find out who your true friends are in situations like that.
Because I can’t honestly say I would have done it.
she has to have the window seat so she can take pictures even though she has no idea where or what they are aerial photos.
No matter how many times I fly…
I’m always that geeky kid who gets a huge kick out of looking down on our world.
The ever changing landscapes never cease to thrill me.
The grandeur of the mountains…
The ridiculous giant tiddly winks….
It’s all good.
What do you do with a 4 hour layover in Minneapolis?
You eat a surprisingly decent shrimp alfredo….
And watch this cowpoke couple play video games without speaking to each other for over an hour and a half.
Not one word.
Ah, modern living. Where the art of conversation is well and truly dead.
Long story short…
( Who am I kidding, I’ve never told a short story in my life. This vacation was 2 weeks long and it’s taken me 48 days to blog about it. But in my defense? There were a lot of rocks.)
We arrived home exhausted at 4:30 am… after a nail biting (just an expression, I pay way too much for these babies to nibble) 5 hour (should have taken 2.5) snow blinded (there must have been a road, but we didn’t see it) ice covered (slipperier than a Trump family lawyer) drive.
No more rocks, no more vacation pics.
I don’t even have the next trip planned yet.
Back to your regularly scheduled program.