Over the coming days you'll read stories and see pictures from my recent visit to Bermuda. It was colorful and pure joy.
But before I can do that, I have to get home. And, as anyone who needs to use air travel these days will tell you, that's no easy task. There used to be a saying, "as busy as Grand Central Station." Well, I've been to Grand Central Station, and it feels tame compared to any airport check-in counter where travelers are jockeying for any flight that will deliver them from the tedious torture of airport madness.
When I left the ship this morning, I had first class tickets to San Francisco. Now I'm sitting in a cramped seat on a completely different airline trying to eat an old sandwich that costs $8. What happened?
The same thing that's happening to thousands of other travelers: flight delays and cancellations for a variety of reasons - some from Mother Nature, many due to a system that is just stretched to its limits.
I have no idea where our luggage is right now or when I will see it again. And I feel lucky because we'll actually get home tonight and not have to sleep in an airport.
No one loves a good adventure as much as I, but if you're not mindful and keep a positive attitude, the friendly skies can tarnish your fond memories of exploration even before you wrestle your luggage off the spinning carousel.
Speaking of which, I hope to get back to anecdotes and images of Bermuda in the next day or so. Stay tuned. Now, can I have another of those $5 warm beers?
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