As you can imagine, it was a very long day. Starting at 0430 on east coast time, catching the hotel shuttle at 0500, fighting the stupid “do it yourself” machines to get luggage tags and boarding passes followed by forever in the security line.
Did I mwntion that my passport seems to have gone walkabout? Both Saturday and Sunday I tore apart our stateroom with no success. I remember having it to board the ship, and think I took it with me at one of the ports – Vigo? Ponte Delgado? Anyway, my driver’s license isn’t a “Real ID” but my DD2 most certainly is. Had no problems with either immigration yesterday nor getting through security today.
I discovered that I don’t have a whole lot of humor left when flying. People. in general are rude, inconsiderate, and often just plain stupid.
And just don’t follow directions. Example, boarding a plane- there is limited overhead bins for luggage. Directions clearly state to fit in on its side. So what do people do? They put their luggage flat, then place small bags & packs overhead, and drop off bags rows before their seats. And yes, I do feel entitled to complain. I checked my bag as did Miriam. Hers weighted more so I paid for that one rather than carry mine on for free. And I know to place a bag under the seat in front of me … which I did. It was also a flight on which just about everyone kept the shade down on their window.
Ok, guess no one wanted to watch either the take off or landing? End result is that I read rather than do any stitching since I wound up feeling it would be rude to the other two in my row to turn on a bright light when they were trying to sleep.
Flight actually arrived 30 minutes early, we got our luggage pretty promptly, got to BART, caught the Red Line and stay on to Del Norte where George picked us up. Other than one errand, I went to bed really early… Can you spell tired?
