Woke at 2:30 in the morning with anxiety about the upcoming trip. Covid is always lurking in the background (though President Biden said today the pandemic is over). Tell that to my friend dealing with long Covid. Also, I am anxious about my luggage arriving at our destination. Nightmare scenarios seem to be occurring on a daily basis at Heathrow. Finally, we are doing more smaller flights on this trip, Dublin to Barcelona and Barcelona to Porto, and the rules for these European airlines are different. Can I bring my spare battery pack on board? Do I have to check what, by American terms, is baggage small enough to qualify as carry-on? How much will that cost?
Good grief when did I become such a worrier? Meanwhile, Rick is taking all of this in stride. Helps that he has considerable international travel under his belt but even before that, he was always a laid back, easygoing traveller. It is one of the few aspects of his life that he completely resigns himself to fate. So many variables out of our control so might as well just sit back and enjoy the ride.
So at long last, here we are. The planning, packing, planning, re-packing, planning, re-re-packing, is done, NO MORE. No more time to angst and anticipate. It is time for action, travel action. Ready or not, here we come. Portland to Denver, Denver to Heathrow, Heathrow to Dublin.
| Hangin' in DIA in our comfortable shoes |
Soon to head into the weird time-is-relative part of the trip that I always like, flying over the Atlantic, loosing hours of my day that I'll never get back . . . well at least until I fly back home. A gentle reminder how so much of the world we live in is made sense by man-made constructs like time.😊