Airports are fascinating
I should probably stop reading so many stories of airlines and the shit put up with by flight attendants.
This weekend, Adam and I flew to Atlanta for the Bar Mitvah of his niece, Jacob. Adam and his sister, Tina, were not close in their youth, and Tina was a fairly nasty young adult, spreading lies about their parents, but she's become lovely and less discriminatory. At the celebrations, she was very sweet and kind and devoted to making sure everyone is happy. Apparently, when Jacob and I began chatting about Star Trek and I recommended more science fiction, I became "the cool aunt". It'll be interesting to see how Jacob turns out in three years, at his brother Noah's Bar Mitzvah.
The plane, though. Everything was fine. It's been at least a couple of years since I last flew. No anxiety, no nerves. That three hour layover in Charlotte, NC, was fantastic. The four flights were absolutely uneventful. The Marriot room we stayed in was beautiful - Adam had checked that I was disabled during the booking, so we had a very accommodating room. During the long walks across each airport at Atlanta, Charlotte, and BWI twice over each, I was fine and alert, if not deeply fatigued bodily. Chronic pain cares for no airport walks. I sympathized with every flight attendant I saw.
Today, I mainly rested. Adam left for Boston, to return Wednesday night or Thursday. I'm always a little stunned and impressed that he does so well with travel, be it driving or flying.
This weekend, Adam and I flew to Atlanta for the Bar Mitvah of his niece, Jacob. Adam and his sister, Tina, were not close in their youth, and Tina was a fairly nasty young adult, spreading lies about their parents, but she's become lovely and less discriminatory. At the celebrations, she was very sweet and kind and devoted to making sure everyone is happy. Apparently, when Jacob and I began chatting about Star Trek and I recommended more science fiction, I became "the cool aunt". It'll be interesting to see how Jacob turns out in three years, at his brother Noah's Bar Mitzvah.
The plane, though. Everything was fine. It's been at least a couple of years since I last flew. No anxiety, no nerves. That three hour layover in Charlotte, NC, was fantastic. The four flights were absolutely uneventful. The Marriot room we stayed in was beautiful - Adam had checked that I was disabled during the booking, so we had a very accommodating room. During the long walks across each airport at Atlanta, Charlotte, and BWI twice over each, I was fine and alert, if not deeply fatigued bodily. Chronic pain cares for no airport walks. I sympathized with every flight attendant I saw.
Today, I mainly rested. Adam left for Boston, to return Wednesday night or Thursday. I'm always a little stunned and impressed that he does so well with travel, be it driving or flying.