All Home At Last
What feels like a very long time ago, but was only about 10 days, I went on a little trip to New Mexico. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I got a slot in a show in Albuquerque and I had some friends I wanted to see.
Don't get me wrong; I had a great time. When you travel 2000 miles for a show, you get treated like a rockstar. I also went to Santa Fe, where I would absolutely return. For one thing, I didn't make it to Meow Wolf. I did, however see a burlesque show in a former brothel, have a delightful tea, bathe at a Japanese spa, see Georgia O'Keeffe paintings, and eat very authentic New Mexican cuisine. And I spent a lovely time at Dr. Jen's log cabin/lab in the mountains.
I was supposed to fly back on a red-eye that would get me in before dawn on Tuesday and allow me a brief stopover in Phoenix to see an old friend. Well, Snowstorm Stella made hash of all that. Even though I would have arrived before the snow was even going to start, American canceled my flight.
I managed to get a grueling itinerary on Tuesday: Albuquerque to Dallas to Charlotte to Providence arriving about 10pm. Then they canceled the last leg and couldn't get me back to New England until late Thursday. No thank you. I had a brilliant idea and had them fly me to Jacksonville, FL. At least if I was going to be stuck until Thursday, I'd be stuck with my parents instead of in a hotel.
Now there was a small hitch to all of this.
newman was going on his own trip Thursday evening. Although he made arrangements for me to be picked up in Providence late Thursday night, I kinda wanted to see him before he left. As Dr. Jen was driving me to the airport (at 4:30AM! The woman is a hero.), I texted
newman to find me any flight on Wednesday. And he did. Of course it meant that my father (another hero!) & I had to get up at 2:30AM, so I could be at the airport for the first flight of the day to Atlanta and then to Providence.
You know you're tired when you sleep for a solid hour on the floor of an airport terminal.
In any event, I made it home and had about 36 hours before
newman left for Budapest.
He got home last night bearing wine and paprika and antique lace and a new cookbook (from the famous Gundel Restaurant). I asked for a specific recipe because of this literary passage:
I had for dinner, or rather supper, a chicken done up some way with red pepper, which was very good but thirsty. (Mem. get recipe for Mina.) I asked the waiter, and he said it was called "paprika hendl," and that, as it was a national dish, I should be able to get it anywhere along the Carpathians.
Now Harker was actually in Romania at that point, having left from Budapest, but it seemed appropriate.
And now we're all home for the foreseeable future and Albert is very happy about it.
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Don't get me wrong; I had a great time. When you travel 2000 miles for a show, you get treated like a rockstar. I also went to Santa Fe, where I would absolutely return. For one thing, I didn't make it to Meow Wolf. I did, however see a burlesque show in a former brothel, have a delightful tea, bathe at a Japanese spa, see Georgia O'Keeffe paintings, and eat very authentic New Mexican cuisine. And I spent a lovely time at Dr. Jen's log cabin/lab in the mountains.
I was supposed to fly back on a red-eye that would get me in before dawn on Tuesday and allow me a brief stopover in Phoenix to see an old friend. Well, Snowstorm Stella made hash of all that. Even though I would have arrived before the snow was even going to start, American canceled my flight.
I managed to get a grueling itinerary on Tuesday: Albuquerque to Dallas to Charlotte to Providence arriving about 10pm. Then they canceled the last leg and couldn't get me back to New England until late Thursday. No thank you. I had a brilliant idea and had them fly me to Jacksonville, FL. At least if I was going to be stuck until Thursday, I'd be stuck with my parents instead of in a hotel.
Now there was a small hitch to all of this.
newman was going on his own trip Thursday evening. Although he made arrangements for me to be picked up in Providence late Thursday night, I kinda wanted to see him before he left. As Dr. Jen was driving me to the airport (at 4:30AM! The woman is a hero.), I texted
newman to find me any flight on Wednesday. And he did. Of course it meant that my father (another hero!) & I had to get up at 2:30AM, so I could be at the airport for the first flight of the day to Atlanta and then to Providence.
You know you're tired when you sleep for a solid hour on the floor of an airport terminal.
In any event, I made it home and had about 36 hours before
newman left for Budapest.
He got home last night bearing wine and paprika and antique lace and a new cookbook (from the famous Gundel Restaurant). I asked for a specific recipe because of this literary passage:
I had for dinner, or rather supper, a chicken done up some way with red pepper, which was very good but thirsty. (Mem. get recipe for Mina.) I asked the waiter, and he said it was called "paprika hendl," and that, as it was a national dish, I should be able to get it anywhere along the Carpathians.
Now Harker was actually in Romania at that point, having left from Budapest, but it seemed appropriate.
And now we're all home for the foreseeable future and Albert is very happy about it.
This entry was originally posted at http://mermaidlady.dreamwidth.org/717919.html. Please comment there using OpenID.