Civilized

Breakfast in the main dining room ran until 0830. Our transfer to the airport was to depart at 0945 (all of those with flights after 1600). It was a pleasure not to have to be up and out of the cabin at 0600. OTOH, this is not Pier 29 at Port Everglades where the ship using that terminal is first in (oh, lets say about 0400 in the morning) and last out due to safety and positioning.

Makes all the difference in the world. So does, as it turns out, having a port which is still using a tent. The nice guy behind the immigration table said that until San Pedro has a building that can be wired they won’t be using mobile passport. The physical set up may also explain why luggage pick-up was after immigration rather than before. Then there were more than one pup happily sniffing its way through people and luggage.

We road the nice coach bus to Terminal 1 and headed to the full service line at Southwest. With more than eight hours before our flight I didn’t see any other way to potentially dump our luggage. There was an earlier flight in just under two hours and the cost difference was well within the range of what I was willing to pay.  I guess I am permanent TSA preCheck tho I have no clue why. I suspect it has something to do with profiling (gender, age and race); I am still not turning it down.

We arrived at OAK to rain and the information that the As game had been cancelled. It was certainly nice to be home….

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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