We woke up at 3:30 some morning long ago in a country far away, packed ourselves (and a charming, vagabond Backroads friend who was returning home to spend a month looking through his "stuff" and making soup)into a taxi towards the shiny, modern Barcellona airport. Zipped throught security, but delayed take-off put us into Brussels very late. Lauren ( having been throught four other security checks) was busted while the other inspector had to read ALL my 3oz. cosmetic bottle ingredients. BARELY made the flight (we were driven out to the plane waiting on the tarmack). After a 2 1/2 flight delay (I have no issue with fixing mechanical problems if we are going to be over an ocean) they gave us an assurance that our connections would be "protected." No mention of what would happen to our luggage. Somewhere in the world there is a backpack and two suitcases of Moroccan slippers, art books, Iberian ham, cheese from Montserrat Monastery, Sahara sand and our clothes for our Flamingo Fling (don't ask) weekend in Zion National Park. O'hare airport is a nightmare: 45 minute security lines, five frenetic terminals, surley staff and mistyped Boarding Passes. Lauren is convinced that United is becoming Untied.
Off to Vegas...in a center seat flanked by 300 lb gamblers
Heard Jerry Brown and Barbara Boxer, and Giants won! Our problems are a hill of beans compared to historic victories.
Welcome back to America! We may have to go to Walmart to celebrate.
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