I’m safely back in the United States, at the airport in Dallas, waiting for my flight back to Phoenix.
After nearly four weeks in Mexico City, I checked out of my room at 3 am in anticipation of my 6 am flight. I figured I’d need about 15 minutes to wait for an Uber, a half-hour for the ride to the airport, and another half-hour for check-in and security, putting me at the gate … Continue reading Another hour to kill at the airport in Mexico City
The flight to Mexico City from Phoenix went relatively smoothly. In fact, I think we arrived a little early. The flight approached from the east this time, and since the airport is near the eastern edge of the city, one could see the stark contrast between the densely populated urban area and the undeveloped area … Continue reading Arrived in Mexico City
Today is another travel day for Kathryn and me as we fly back to Phoenix after roughly six days in Massachusetts. We’ve almost finished packing, and we’re heading for the airport in about an hour, first returning the rental car, and, with a bit of luck, perhaps leaving enough time for something to eat before … Continue reading Heading home from Massachusetts today
We’re finally home from Montpellier, back in Phoenix. I spent most of the past 24 hours wedged into middle seats on airliners, so I’m now rewarding myself with one or more cold beers, in my kitchen, in my underwear. It’s good to be home. A young woman from our parish, whom we met during our … Continue reading After a long, miserable day of travel, we’re finally home from Montpellier
After fifteen days in Montpellier, France, our long journey home to Phoenix is underway. The upside of getting an early start is not having to rush. The downside is a lot of time spent waiting. We unwittingly arrived at the airport an hour before check-in was scheduled to begin for our flight to Paris. We … Continue reading The long journey home from Montpellier is underway
I couldn’t resist sharing a link to this recent news about my favorite three-letter agency. I’m not sure which troubles me more, that the TSA couldn’t be bothered to perform its most basic function, or that such a large part of the traveling public doesn’t recognize the screening is little more than security theater.
Our latest adventure is now underway. The most stress-inducing part of any trip by air for me — the TSA gauntlet — is safely behind us.
Today I had the opportunity to combine two of my passions: aviation and women. Not necessarily in that order.