Did you miss me yesterday? I had a long day, getting up early to catch a bus, which took me to the airport to catch a plane.
So here was the view out my window yesterday morning. I was flying, on a WING
So I got to Atlanta in the afternoon with no problems, and I met up with the handsomest airline captain you've ever seen. (You'll have to trust me on this one, in the absence of a photo of my man in uniform.) There were supposed to be lots of empty seats on the flight (which is the only reason we thought this might be a good tag-along trip for me), but when we went to check on my status, it didn't look like there was any way I was going to get on. I was #3 on the stand-by list, and it was showing zero seats available. Those odds aren't very good, obviously, so it looked like I was going to have to say good-bye to my hubby and head back to Boston, alone and probably feeling just a tad sorry for myself. (Flying has never been my favorite activity; but when there's something good waiting at the end of it--my sons, or my grandchildren, or a romantic getaway with my husband--I can bear it.)
Proving that you just never know what's going to happen when you're flying stand-by, by some miracle, seats opened up and I got on. The day went from bad to good in a heartbeat. And then it went all the way to GREAT, when I got a seat up in First Class. (Which is how I like to roll when it comes to flying, I have to admit. If I never had to fly at all, I'd be happiest; but barring that, if I never had to fly coach, I'd be pretty ding dang happy.)
So, this is the guy who took me (and about 160 other souls) to San Juan. Although I never totally trust those giant metal birds that have no business doing what they do, I always have faith in this pilot.
And now, this is the view looking out my window on the 17th floor of the Caribe Hilton. Not too shabby!
Gracias a Dios. Life is good.