I don't know why I want to write this down. Rather vomit up the entire experience. Maybe that's just it.
Nov30. Tuesday. It was a month ago now and seems like an eternity.
I woke before the alarm. It was set for 0400, enough time for a shower and a bowl of oatmeal, my last decent meal before a day of discount air travel. Zipped up my bag last night before sleeping, all packed and ready to go. Your last e-mail, "what I'm walking into". But the "stay calm" at the end lulls me into optimism. Can this really be manageable?
Last check at the computer and I panic at an e-mail from JetsGo. Printed it out and had dialed their customer service number before I realized that the flight they were changing wasn't today, but my return from St. Petersburg. Sent off my last e-mail to you - "an arrow in flight".
Outside, busy in the cold. Shawn's tieing down his truck and getting ready for his long drive south as my taxi arrives. There hasn't been that much activity out there at 0500 in a long long time.
Dark on the road through Truro to the airport. Chat a little with the driver. The cab smells of tobacco. The radio turned down too low to be audible at all, just loud enough to be irritating. Into the airport with time to spare though. Getting to be a familiar trip - HFX pre-dawn.
Anxiety manifests as little panics on the trip. Especially not much connection time between flights at Pearson to de-plane, get through customs and security again and get back on. Looking out the window at the scenery so unfamiliar I even found myself wondering if I was on the right plane. We came in so far to the north of Toronto. Landing: watching the shadow of our plane as we descend to meet it.
Late. Felt like it took forever to taxi to the gate. Raced like a rat through the maze. Waited impatiently through customs.
Both planes so empty. To Toronto, barely 12%. To Sarasota, barely half full.
Nov30. Tuesday. It was a month ago now and seems like an eternity.
I woke before the alarm. It was set for 0400, enough time for a shower and a bowl of oatmeal, my last decent meal before a day of discount air travel. Zipped up my bag last night before sleeping, all packed and ready to go. Your last e-mail, "what I'm walking into". But the "stay calm" at the end lulls me into optimism. Can this really be manageable?
Last check at the computer and I panic at an e-mail from JetsGo. Printed it out and had dialed their customer service number before I realized that the flight they were changing wasn't today, but my return from St. Petersburg. Sent off my last e-mail to you - "an arrow in flight".
Outside, busy in the cold. Shawn's tieing down his truck and getting ready for his long drive south as my taxi arrives. There hasn't been that much activity out there at 0500 in a long long time.
Dark on the road through Truro to the airport. Chat a little with the driver. The cab smells of tobacco. The radio turned down too low to be audible at all, just loud enough to be irritating. Into the airport with time to spare though. Getting to be a familiar trip - HFX pre-dawn.
Anxiety manifests as little panics on the trip. Especially not much connection time between flights at Pearson to de-plane, get through customs and security again and get back on. Looking out the window at the scenery so unfamiliar I even found myself wondering if I was on the right plane. We came in so far to the north of Toronto. Landing: watching the shadow of our plane as we descend to meet it.
Late. Felt like it took forever to taxi to the gate. Raced like a rat through the maze. Waited impatiently through customs.
Both planes so empty. To Toronto, barely 12%. To Sarasota, barely half full.
paaacc_raz:
I wish, I have the best of Maria Callas cd, but I'm still getting into Opera. I love watching the all those special opera series on the Public Broadcasting Network. I was turned on to Opera when I was 12 when I saw Butterfly... Other then that I still have so much to research on my own time. Another one in which I still really want to see Tosca!