Back to the grind

Yesterday afternoon, we were able to get to the airport, return the rental car, drop our bags, and get through the security checkpoint with plenty of time for lunch. We ate at Wahlburgers, which, after two enjoyable meals at their Las Vegas location, was a bit of a disappointment. Okay food, but indifferent service. At … Continue reading Back to the grind

3:10 to Yuma: Does someone at American Airlines have a sense of humor?

I just got a text from a friend who’s waiting for a connecting flight at Sky Harbor Airport here in Phoenix. The flight he’s waiting for is — I’m not kidding — the 3:10 to Yuma. Even though I’ve never read the short story nor seen either of the film adaptions, the reference wasn’t lost … Continue reading 3:10 to Yuma: Does someone at American Airlines have a sense of humor?

Subtle but shameless promotion finally pays off

Most of my traveling bags are of the type with loop-and-hook fasteners for patches. Most people who own bags like these, if they don’t put a “morale” patch of some sort, put a tape with their last names. For several years, I’ve been taking a different approach. I display a patch with the domain name … Continue reading Subtle but shameless promotion finally pays off

Phoenix Sky Harbor is a great airport, especially if you’re hungry

On the way to the airport this afternoon, Kathryn, swelling with pride in the place she’s called home for over 25 years, told me what a great airport Phoenix Sky Harbor has become. I really found it hard to disagree with her. One of the reasons I was comfortable arriving so early for my flight … Continue reading Phoenix Sky Harbor is a great airport, especially if you’re hungry

Just got home, leaving again

If it seems like it was just last week I got home from two weeks of vacationing abroad, it’s because it was just last week. Since then I’ve already been back to Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport twice. Once was to drop Kathryn off for her last-minute emergency trip back to Massachusetts, roughly 24 hours after … Continue reading Just got home, leaving again

Arrived safely at our apartment in Montpellier

We enjoyed a bit more sleep on our flight from Paris to Montpellier, but since we were only in the air just over an hour, there’s not much else to say. By the time we collected our bags, we had missed a shuttle bus to the city by about 15 minutes, so we had to … Continue reading Arrived safely at our apartment in Montpellier

In Paris, waiting for our flight to Montpellier

I planned to write a brief status update as we took our seats on the flight from Detroit to Paris, but somehow we ended up in an AT&T dead zone, so I had no access to the internet. The flight was uneventful, other than a bit of turbulence leaving Detroit. Kathryn and I both got … Continue reading In Paris, waiting for our flight to Montpellier

It’s five o’clock somewhere

In fact, it’s already well after seven o’clock in Montpellier. Is it too early to reset my watch? The last time we were at Terminal 3 at Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport was the last time we flew to Montpellier, about 30 months ago. They were in the middle of extensive renovations then, and today we’re … Continue reading It’s five o’clock somewhere

Flight delayed out of Louisville, prompting a dubious American Airlines “upgrade”

We’re still in Louisville. Our American Airlines flight to Chicago has been delayed, guaranteeing we’ll miss our connection to Phoenix. There is a later flight to Phoenix, and we were able to get seats on it, so I guess that’s a good thing. However, American Airlines is playing a game they already played with us … Continue reading Flight delayed out of Louisville, prompting a dubious American Airlines “upgrade”

I don’t always drink Starbucks. But when I do, I prefer beer.

I’m not a big fan of Starbucks. However, that was not always the case. About eight years ago, I walked into the Starbucks near my office for the umpteenth time that week and handed over almost $2 for yet another “tall” brewed coffee. I sat in the shop for a little while, trying to be … Continue reading I don’t always drink Starbucks. But when I do, I prefer beer.

Whoooa, we’re halfway there

I’m checking in from the Subway in Terminal B at the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport. Our flight from Phoenix was totally full, and it seemed like everyone carried on a full-size suitcase. Seriously, most “carry-on” bags were bigger than the ones we checked. By the time our Group 7 boarded, there was no room in the … Continue reading Whoooa, we’re halfway there

The voyage back to Phoenix is underway

Kathryn and I are sitting at the airport in Manchester, New Hampshire. With the winter weather yesterday, I thought it would be a good idea to arrive extra early today. As a result, everything has gone super smoothly. The rental car drop-off took less than a minute, the airline check-in took less than three minutes, … Continue reading The voyage back to Phoenix is underway

Flight delay at Boston Logan

We’re still waiting at Boston Logan for our flight back to Phoenix. Our flight has been delayed twice, giving us a chance to get to know the bartender at the Legal Sea Foods next to our departure gate. Perhaps the third time is the charm, although I see no evidence the incoming flight has even … Continue reading Flight delay at Boston Logan

A cortado almost makes it worth the trouble

A cortado from a Cuban café almost made it worth the trouble of flying through Miami International Airport. Kathryn got a cappuccino from the same place. Her larger cup had a description of the café on the back. Honestly, I’d never heard of this place, but I remembered enjoying a Cuban coffee in the airport … Continue reading A cortado almost makes it worth the trouble

Patiently mingling with the unwashed masses in Miami

We’re at Miami International Airport, waiting for our flight back to Phoenix. What a shithole. For once, TSA wasn’t the problem at the security checkpoint; it was totally clueless passengers. I mean, signs were posted in nine languages, and it seems like half of traveling public here can’t read any of them. Ugh. On the … Continue reading Patiently mingling with the unwashed masses in Miami

Waiting in Montevideo for a flight to Miami

We’re in the departure area of the airport in Montevideo, Uruguay, waiting for our flight to Miami, which should board within the hour. The security checkpoint seems to have been handled by the Air Force. It was mostly young men who appeared to have a sense of humor. The woman at the immigration desk gave … Continue reading Waiting in Montevideo for a flight to Miami

TSA: one’s dignity is a small price to pay for fascism

Our trip to Uruguay is officially underway. We’ve passed the TSA checkpoint, which for me is the most stressful part of air travel. Like a woman who stands by an abusive boyfriend, I’ve learned that if I’m submissive enough, the high school dropout working the body scanner will let me go without molesting my genitals. … Continue reading TSA: one’s dignity is a small price to pay for fascism

Puerto Vallarta: Running the gauntlet at the airport

Immediately upon leaving the customs area, we were forced to walk through a narrow corridor, maybe 50 feet long, with white desks and video screens on both sides. I now refer to this as the gauntlet. In the gauntlet, roughly a dozen men and women with official-looking badges work over the fresh arrivals, trying to convince us they are our ride to our hotel. They’re not.

First glance at Iceland

The flight to Iceland was uneventful. The international airport in Keflavik is small but seems very modern, although the lack of a jetway was surprising. I was through immigration control in a few minutes, and I arrived at the baggage carousel at the same time my bag did. I don’t think it took more than 15 minutes from leaving the plane to leaving the terminal.