No Fooling

Well, I managed to survive all the way to Adelaide without losing my mind, my luggage or my sense of humor in spite or perhaps because it was April Fool’s Day.

At least that is what I am telling myself.

The overnight flight from Abu Dhabi wasn’t full. That didn’t stop the one young girl from coming up and checking on her father regularly. Now why he was traveling in business while wife and child were in economy.. But the cabin attendants were great and actually invited him to move back with his family or pay for them to be in business. As a result, the skipping, jumping and singing stopped.

Business in Etihad was actually more impressive than my inadvertent flight in Air France’s First Class last fall (for which Lufthansa still gave me full credit.) I have my PJs, meals were delivered on my schedule and lemon/mint beverage was freshly made.

Melbourne – ah. Disembark. Immigration. Collect Luggage. Go to the next terminal. Check in & drop off luggage. Go to lounge. Rest and try to stay away. Drink a lot of coffee. Go through security. Wait at gate. Board plane. Drink more coffee. Take off. Land an hour later, 15 minutes early due to tail wind.

Collect luggage. No free wifi in airport. Find pickup area and hang out. Get picked up. See friends, do load of laundry and crash before 1800 local time…..

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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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2 Responses to No Fooling

  1. Scooter says:

    I really like your travel blog, we set off tomorrow for 30 days on vision, 2 weeks Caribbean and then TA to Barcelona….

  2. Clint says:

    Flying can’t possibly be as bad as we all think that it is or else why would we subject ourselves to this strange form of torture?

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