I am sure that I will figure out what song it is from – but I have this line running through my mind – “and it rained on the day Iwas leaving”…. And it most certainly was in Miami. So much for the only overcast weather report.
Unlike the “big ship” terminal row – we sailed in past all the cranes and containers – turned around while seeing downtown in the rain
and docked at Terminal J.
Getting off the ship was easy as was immigration (only 175 passengers). And then we went out front to wait for the bus. And wait. And wait… and it most definitely was raining. Not really enough space even crowding together under the overhang. Bus shows up, we ride to the airport over more of what feels like exactly the same construction as last Oct.
What was really noticeable for me was how uncrowded the airport felt. 5 minutes for bag drop off? 10 minutes in the security line? I got the feeling that many people are just not flying at present. From there, it was easy. plane to Denver – nice weather, went straight in. And then there is the Denver airport. Of course my flight landed at the far end of Concourse C and my connecting flight went out of the other end of C. It is a lonnnnnng way – trust me. Bright, shiny, clean, not terribly crowded but a much more significant hike than the last time I had to change planes here. Our connecting flight was late on arrival, and we were late departing, but arrived in OAK 30 minutes early. Turns out this is home for this particular flight crew and they wanted to be home as much as all of us.
I started this little pattern in the Miami airport, then put in a few stitches on the first flight, a few more in Denver, and only a heart or so on the final leg. 18 ct isn’t a lot of fun without magnification.
