DREAD OF AIRPORTS
My least favorite place is an airport where you haul around luggage while dodging body traffic and getting lost. When I traveled alone to Chicago for a funeral in September, O’Hare Airport tested my endurance. Just finding my way around was a challenge.
On December 1, Doug and I set off for London and a visit with Jason and his family. Charlotte airport was easier, mainly because I was traveling with Doug. We gave ourselves three (or was it four?) hours to drive to Charlotte and get to a boarding gate for Heathrow Airport. Fortunately, Doug remembered that we needed advance reservations to park in the daily parking lot.
You have to be
computer literate to get a seat on a flight, and luckily Doug handles most of
the technicalities. In addition to parking reservations, he booked our airline
tickets online and checked-in online 24 hours in advance. We still had to get in line to check our luggage and pass through security.
I try to pack luggage that I can manage by myself, but our 10 days in London pushed the limit. Doug helped me with my bag when we boarded the bus to and from the parking lot to the terminal.
I find it helps me to begin these trips by realizing in advance that I will wait in long lines, I will get lost, I will pay more than I expect, I will get inaccurate directions, and I will be tired and grouchy.
The payoff was landing in London and having time to spend with Jason, Ellen, Lola, and Milla. More to come about our visit.
L to Rt - Doug, Milla, Ellen, Jason, Lola, Me
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