I wonder if, at any point in my travels, I will actually remember to do everything I think I should do for a trip.
For instance; I am sitting here at Milestones in the Vancouver airport. Just had a very tasty salad with a hunk of grilled wild salmon and when I went to pay I realized that my wallet is stuffed full of cards I don’t need, old receipts, coupons and other miscellaneous flotsam and jetsam.
This does not fit with my flight plan of traveling with a nice edited wallet, with copies of everything scanned and waiting at home (forgot that too).
Bad idea number two. I’m wearing my skinny jeans on a not-so-skinny day. Have I forgotten how my feet and every other part of my body swells in that tubular disaster of no-oxygen called a flight?
Speaking of the feet. I forgot that these boots (hence the aforementioned skinny pair of boot cut jeans) have steel shanks. This is not smiled upon at security.
But on the good news front? They now have a lovely chair you can use while you remove those boots. I thanked the Security Guard for the civilizing touch. It offers a little more dignity than hopping up and down while trying to get the boots off – especially when your jeans are too tight!
But this was suppposed to be a post about Valentine’s Day, which gets me thinking about love and pink hearts and Hello Kitty. Well…not so much the Hello Kitty thing, but there are an awful lot of those things on backpacks in this airport. Just sayin’…
I want to say that I love traveling. I love the second I walk into an airport. I love wandering through the duty free and testing perfumes and moisturizers. I love all the different nationalities wandering about. And I love that I remembered to at least follow my main rule about traveling:
Arrive early and reduce stress.
I am a happy camper, though I already miss my true Valentine. But a fellow travel writer (who travels WAY more than me) explained her travels this way, “I can go to all these places because I know he’s waiting at home. He is my home.”
I’m pretty sure Kevin’s not sitting by the phone and actually waiting. Seems he has his own life going on. But he is my home.
Happy Valentine’s to everyone. I hope there is someone in your life who waits for you to come back from wherever you go. It’s a lovely feeling.
I could have used this communication on Valentine’s Day! I fought off the blues by doing three paintings. I am loving your San Miguel stories.
Hey Jewett Rae, I just met your wonderful brother. I hear we’re Sunshine Coast neighbours. Looking forward to meeting you 🙂
Happy Valentine’s day Colleen,
I love reading your thoughts, it always puts a smile on my face.
Happy Valentine’s to you Laurie. Glad to contribute to your smile…as you just did to me 🙂
I totally love that aspect myself – not the skinny jeans and steel shanked boots. The one who loves you and is your home. Yah ….
Sharon, you are indeed, my home. I love knowing you’re there in all your glory!
Waiting for Diane and the puggies to come home, too! It’s good to be the home to return to. I can’t believe you of all people have arrived at the airport shanked and squeezed. Tsk tsk. I remember getting selected for the random shoes/security check in Dallas changing planes; a very beautiful security man asked me remove my shoes, so I asked him for a calf massage while he was at it, and got it, brief though it was!
Hey Laurie, I wish I’d have thought of the calf massage. You are a woman who thinks on her feet (so to speak). Though I have to admit I kind of like the way you put it, “shanked and squeezed”. Sounds kind of edgy that way.