is across the country from where I live. Duh.
It is about a five hour flight, give or take a few minutes. Plus boarding, taxing, take off, landing, hanging out till a gate clears, disembarking, locating the loo, finding baggage claim and hanging out till the baggage actually shows. up.
None of that counts getting to SFO for an 0700 flight. Nor attempting to find one’s Lyft driver in the total disaster area that is passenger pickup outside Terminal 3 at EWR (Newark for those not completely familiar with the most common US Airport codes) at 1600 in the afternoon.
Needles to say, it was an extremely long day.
And, as for the reason for the trip? Indulging in a stitching retreat. Yes, I know I did that last month. In all the years of intensive weaving, knitting, and spinning I was never able to get to anything remotely like this. Yes, such things existed, but I just never managed the time/distance/expense factors on top of family/work/living location. So this summer is my chance to go, meet, and do. Unlikely that I will repeat the experiences.
Ok – yes. Knit, Needle & Hook get togethers on ship fun. I have met wonderful people, many of whom I am in contact with 10+ years later. But it isn’t the same as a dedicated weekend.
We are at the Hampton Inn. Allegedly it is under construction, Unlike my last experience – this place is neat, clean, and extremely organized.
my room is spacious and significantly less expensive than what the same room was supposed to be in Cincinnati.
So I will see how it goes. At least once I get over being tired and what always proves to be 3 hours jet lag.
