I’m flying back to Colorado from Las Vegas this morning. I was hanging out with my son and daughter-in-law, their dogs, cats, and horses, and maybe even a ghost, in Oatman, Arizona, from Friday through Sunday. Sunday night I stayed at the Edgewater, a casino/hotel in Laughlin, Nevada, then took a shuttle to Las Vegas yesterday. Last night I stayed at the Tropicana in Las Vegas, knowing I had to be at the airport at the crack of dawn this morning.
(It feels so weird to write like this, as though I really am on my way home, but the truth is, I’m writing this last Thursday night and I’m pre-scheduling it to post next Tuesday, which is today if you’re reading it on the 23rd…well, you see what I mean.)
To continue, many of my travels involve complications, delays, confusion, and other insanities, so I hope to have good travel stories to tell.
Like the time I took a business trip to San Juan, Puerto Rico, with co-workers and we arrived at the airport to find the taxi drivers were on strike. Hotel vans were not allowed in to pick up passengers. We had to be smuggled off airport property in a private car.
Or the time my husband and I were flying to Europe and had to change planes in Dallas-Fort Worth. Violent thunderstorms threatened just as our plane pulled away from the gate. We sat out in the middle of nowhere for four hours until the storms were past, and then the plane took off. They ran out of food before we landed in Paris, and I think there was also a problem with the bathrooms. I seem to be blocking that memory.
That’s enough for now. I need to finish packing for the trip I started last Friday and will be getting home from today, which is next Tuesday. Just take my word for it.