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“T” is for Travel

Grateful April in the A-Z Blogging Challenge

Oh, sure. For those of you keeping track, I missed “S.” But as I sat here in my airline seat, ruminating on a suitable “S” using just the brain power available after two hours of sleep, I gave in. If I miss only one letter, though, do I still win the A-Z Blogging Challenge? Who cares. Today, “T” is for Travel.
 
I love travel. As many of you know, funny things happen when I travel, so with anticipation of inevitable follies I look forward to my trips. My day began just like everyone else’s: The dog ran out the front door as I was leaving at 5am, the cats played “Watch her freak-out if we pretend to escape,” and as I used my knee to close the zoo door while balancing my bags, purse, and mug of hot golden caffeine goodness, I splashed coffee all over my North Face jacket. 
 
That’s about right.
 
As security goes, I used past experiences and planned ahead: I wore boring jeans and washed my hands. I spoke to a farmer in line who’d once been singled out because of fertilizer on his boots. We shared horror stories like war veterans. Imagine his frisking. My only crime had been blingy jeans.
 
Finally crossing the tarmac to get to my Tonka airplane, I glanced up at the cockpit window and caught the captain yawning. “Great,” I thought. “He looks like he sleeps on Batman sheets and was up all night playing xBox, and he’s supposed to fly this baby bird?” I wonder if he finished his homework last night. Now I’m sure we’ll get there safely; junior won’t want to miss prom this weekend.
 
When we finally took off and the ground below became visible, I was overwhelmed with a affection for our little hometown. Below me was a lush quilt of farmland, and it made me realize (again) how beautiful and plentiful the Central Valley of California is. Breadbasket, indeed. Off to my right, the sun is rising. I do love the sunrise. In fact, I’m grateful for it. I think I just found my “S.”
 
Onward to San Francisco. I think I’ve said that before. 

    Comments

  • Robin


    You backed into a Two-fer. The best posts always work out that way. In fact, I have backed into most of the great things on blogger. Yay for you. (I am referring to your "S" word, just in case I lost you with my logic.) And you learned a lesson about Blingy jeans and fertilizer all before sunrise. You have had a BIG day.

  • Annis Cassells


    "…while balancing my bags, purse, and mug of hot golden caffeine goodness, I splashed coffee all over my North Face jacket." We could be twins here, but my "golden" goodness would be ebony.

    Travels are always good for stories. Have a safe trip. xoA

  • Kym Showers


    Hehe!!! You make me smile every single day!!! I love love love your stories!!! Happy Happy Travels:)))

  • M. J. Joachim


    Travel is wonderful and San Francisco is terrific!

  • Jenn Flynn-Shon


    After reading that last post its nice to hear you made it through security unscathed this time 🙂 Enjoy the trip to San Fran!

  • Kathy Wiechman


    Loved this! And so relatable. In my family we say, "We don't take vacations, we go on adventures." Blown tires (twice in one trip), security holding onto my special-needs grandson's comfort toy for many anxious minutes while he went into panic mode, sunburns, flu, & a severed brakeline head my list. S**t happens. We live with it & carry on.

  • Iola Reneau


    Nice to know I am not the only one who looks up and see's a teenagers face in the person who is doing surgery, or flying airplanes. Grandma used to say that's when you knew you were getting old, cause everyone else looked so young. I think there has been a disproportionate of child genius' being born and they are taking over the world.
    Safe flying and Happy trails.

  • Jonathan


    I often wish I could do more traveling. I love experiencing different places whether familiar or new. Also, the challenge is not about winning it's about the journey (starts, stops, and everything in between) and the community you become a part of. At least that's what it's about for me seeing as I missed a few letters along the way. 🙂

  • Jer


    I'm with Annis. Black coffee, please.

    As for the pilot, well, not everybody gets to fly with Captain Sullenberger. As I'm sure you've already figured out, our little regional puddle-jumpers are where the kids fresh out of flight school build their hours. But, you didn't have to fly over the Hudson River through a flock of geese. I hope the galley was stocked up on juice boxes.

  • Hilary Melton-Butcher


    Hi Dana .. Travel is a wonderful joy .. we're so lucky we can see so many places … and don't have to walk there!

    Cheers Hilary

  • Terry Redman


    Dana, always good to hear about your travels. Not the drama as the one where security was unsure of you, but some days are better sans drama. By the way this blog idea is cool and it has certainly got me on the keyboards to keep up.
    thanks for sharing. Scribe

  • meldrm


    Oh I'm a traveler, too (I write this in San Diego). Is there a better 'S' than San Francisco? Yeah, I know, I'm predictable. The wife says so, too (and she's never wrong…)

    Davyd

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