As we (finally) landed in Dulles last night, the pilot came on. "Well, folks, we’re here. If you don’t count the half hour delay at the gate, the hour in the de-icing line, and the two hours of turbulence, it was a pretty smooth flight, huh?"
The was snow to start the day. Ice on the highway. Tornadoes closed Dallas. Something was wrong with the computers in Denver, sending all sorts of people into the Additional Services line. Including me. It thought I was Kyle, going to Las Vegas. I stood there for 45 minutes while people nearly exploded in frustration, watching the clerks head off to lunch. I kept telling myself to breathe, remember the bottom line–it was boring to stand in line, but not a crisis. In the end, I rushed to one plane, barely made the connection to the second. Never had a chance to buy a bottle of water. Then that rocky flight to DC.
Luckily I had a Luna bar, a banana and a cheese-and-branston sandwich made for me by CR. The movie was one I would never have chosen on my own and it was terrific (Stranger than Fiction). The flight over the east coast was filled with rivers of light. Extraordinary. I could clearly see the curve of the earth, glittering against the vastness of space.
I read Almost French on the plane. Funny and made me think of Gabrielle, another Aussie in Paris. I thought of a way to arrange a non-fiction project I’ve been working on for awhile, and ended up scribbling notes in the back of the book.
Although I had a very long hike from one gate to the other in Dulles and barely made the connection, my bag made it to the airport with me. Amazing. I got to the hotel with five minutes to spare for room service and the girl bent the rules on last call to bring me a glass of wine.
Travel is often challenging and inconvenient, but it never fails to make me fall in love with life in small and large ways.
Tell me a travel story–bad flight? Great kindness from a stranger? Something hilarious? Terrifying?