Ate breakfast at Family Table. Re-packed to see if I could find more room but no luck. Heavy, heavy bags.
Jan called and left a message, I called her back after breakfast. It was sweet of her to call. Beata called last night. That was nice as well.
Todd arrived at 8:45 and I gave him all the beer in my fridge. Don't think it would be good after six months. He dropped me off to a waiting bus. How cool, great timing.
On the bus there were just three of us plus the driver. Darelle was going to Madrind and Jorgen was going to Norway. Darelle will travel all over Europe but will begin in Madrid where her daughter goes to school. Darelle is going to school in Europe too. Part of her education plan is this wonderful trip.
Jorgen (Jurgen) is probably in his 70s. Travels everywhere and loves it. Quite an adventurous spirit. Has a zest for life and a twinkle in both eyes. I'll probably use him as a character in one of my books, because he loves to talk. LOVES TO TALK. I was dying to nap on the bus, but Jorgen kept talking. I couldn't be upset because he was so interesting and has had so many adventures. I loved the experience.
Jill called while I was on the bus. How special to talk to her and of course Kayla and Hunter.
Now it seems like I've been sitting at the airport forever and there's still three more hours before I board.
When I arrived I gave the skycap $5 to take two bags, he deposited them at the counter and booked. Then I had to lug all four bags to the security place to be scanned. Although all four are on wheels, it was still difficult. Two TSA guys immediately offered their assistance and took my bags and carried them about 100 yards for me. I thanked them profusely. After scanning, another TSA agent asked if I'd like to lock my bags before they "went below." That's something I always do but he beat me to it. How cool. Then another TSA agent greeted me so cheerily that I had to remark (for the third time) how friendly the TSA agents were at O'Hare, not to mention the AA agents who didn't charge me for being overweight--my bags, not me--heaven forbid if they'd charged me for my personal "excess baggage." Later, I'll write about my "missionary experience" at the boarding gate.
posted by Jerilyn Dufresne, author @ 05:11
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