More mishaps. Sleepy controller at Reagan Airport in DC. United mechanic gave approval to pilot to fly a damaged plane. Grandmothers being manhandled before boarding. Expensive long-term parking at the airports. Crying babies. Drunk passengers.
I am almost grateful that I am not allowed to fly by doctor’s orders.
Yes, it is faster. But, isn’t it sometimes about the journey?
We have become better travelers through experience. We have learned to totally avoid fast food restaurants and interstates. There is nothing like a little small town café for breakfast in the middle of nowhere.
One thing we have discovered, coffee is bad out there. On our last trip two years ago, we never found a good cup of coffee. Our very first trip cross-country in 2000, we couldn’t find a good salad. All that was offered was a hunk of light green lettuce covered heavily in a mayonnaise dressing. When we headed out again in 2002, that had changed. We found fresh greens available with light dressings. Hopefully, we will find good coffee on this trip.
So, I can’t fly but I think this journey will be filled with interesting experiences that we will remember for many years.
We are going on an adventure.
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