Safe in California

It has been a long day. A really long day.  I had forgotten what a PITA the Barcelona Cruise terminal can be. Then I thought about it. When I disembarked last fall off the Rhapsody, the ships personnel had sorted the luggage on ship so that unloading went by luggage tag and the lower numbers actually were taken off first. Not so today. In fact, we found Jill & Graeme’s luggage still on one of the trolleys on Deck 3. Which mean, frankly self walk off for them. My luggage took a long time. Well, not really, really long but long enough.

We cabbed to the airport and parted company. I checked in (not being stupid, I dropped both bags on the belt together) and headed to the lounge. Plane boarded on time, then we waited about an extra 15 minutes for luggage from a connecting flight. That luggage + some unexpected freight meant a need to add some extra fuel.

End result? We were almost an hour late arriving in SFO. In fact, just in time to be behind the flight from Singapore. Instead of 10 minutes through Immigration it took close to an hour. I guess I fail to understand for passport holders (US & Canada) why the officer goes through the whole thing again when there is a kiosk. But they did; the two officers handling two full flights. Just about when I was going to collapse from (pick one, boredom, exhaustion, frustration) a lovely young woman opened up a queue and managed to process people in 30 sec or less. Then they opened four short lines and all of us who had been hanging out were OOT.

The Eldest took pity on me and picked me up from the airport. Since it was going to be well after 2100 and BART isn’t all that prompt (once an hour?) on Sunday night with rain. I had an easy ride home and am about to sleep. As long as her cats think it is ok I’m in the guest room.  George is en route to FRA and will be home tomorrow…

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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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