Headed back to the homeland to recharge the batteries and restore the soul. And because Donna had a case of trip planning amnesia last year, it’s just us and 8 of our closest co-conspirators.
8 of us leave together from Grand Rapids and the last two will meet us in Rome via the Canary Islands.
As usual, even though I have TSA pre check (for once), I am the lucky random passenger who “quota’d” the system and so get to have the additional body scan AND have my personal bagt searched. Feelin’ like a winner.
1st leg is the flight to Atlanta and it was all the cramped joy that flying is anymore. When did Cheez-its become the snack of choice on planes?
Curmudgeon alert…what is it that makes some people seem to find everything hysterically funny when they get on an airplane? You just got locked into a giant tin can with 292 strangers and only 4 tiny toilets, for the next 9-1/2 hours. There is nothing funny right now.
We left Atlanta about ½ an hour late but the pilot seemed to think we can make it up on the way… the “service” cart comes by with the first round of beverages. Red wine for me and it’s a GENEROUS pour! I think they want to knock as many of us out as they can as fast as they can. Works for me…
And Cheeze-it’s again? Really?
Distracted1 