I'm sitting in PDX airport, with more than enough time before departure because I am a worrywart who arrives at the airport ridiculously early, every time. The picture at left is me at home around 4:30 PM. It is snowing. You can barely tell, but there are a few smears on the photo - big white flakes. At the airport right now, it's still snowing. So that's a pretty good note to leave on.
I'm hoping to sleep on the plane, and I'm thinking how nice it is that I leave at 11:59 PM and when I return, it is also on a Saturday, at 11:57 PM. So as Bill and I laughed about, I like being gone for two minutes shy of exactly 14 weeks.
My bags weighed exactly 100 pounds, so with a little finagling and John's help, we got each one to weigh exactly 50, no overage fees! I have a sweet new green passport cover, three pairs of sunglasses and every single tank top I own. Upon landing tomorrow, I have a BBQ/party at night to attend with business associates, a big meeting Monday afternoon and an all-day meeting Tuesday. Talk about hitting the ground running.
Next dispatch from Central America. Pura vida here I come!
If it were up to me, I'd get to the airport 3 hours early. Two and a half for domestic and 3 for international. The problem is I always have to ask people for a ride...and then I feel a wee bit ridiculous telling them my flight time in combination with the time I'd like them to drop my ass at the curb.
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