It seems strange, really, to start a three-week vacaton from the back parking lot of Cozy Diner, but that’s just what I did yesterday because that’s where the shuttle to Sacramento Airport does its pickups in our community. Mark and I kissed and said our goodbyes (for almost three weeks!) in sight of diners pouring maple syrup over their pancakes. How romantic, huh?
It must have been a great day for travel because the shuttle was full by the time it left Cozy Diner. I tried to get a conversation with fellow travellers going to no avail. All 11 of us traveled the 90 miles with less than that many words between us. It was rather like being in a mobile morgue, hurtling down the highway at 65 mph: very still bodies, very quiet and very cold from a highly-effective air conditioner.
A flight to Southern California, some time with family, a night of no sleep (too excited, I think) and Mom and I headed to Los Angeles International Airport. Yep, we got there early, but it’s far more relaxing to sit and wait from the post-security side of things.
I really like looking at all the people. And the carryon luggage! “Gear” is always fun for me, no matter what the hobby. I don’t need a lot of it, but I do like to research gear to find out what people like, what works well and all the details of it. Watching travelers carry, pull and push (sometimes all three for one passenger!) their carry-on pieces intrigues me. Are the polycarbonate shell units that much lighter? Is it comfortable over the long haul to push those “wheelie” pieces with four wheels? How heavy is “too heavy” for a cross-body bag? See, I told you earlier I like airports; and, frankly, while I’m in the minority, I truly think there are others like me (but maybe they’re not admitting it!).
But now the so-efficient Lufthansa gate agent has announded boarding so I’m getting ready for the next part of this adventure: a first-leg air journey of 11 hours, 20 minutes. Oh boy (no, no sacrcasm here; certainly not)!