Day 1
30,000 feet.
Bloody Mary and pesto sandwich.
And free WiFi. I marvel at times at the tech changes in the last ten years. Texting Catie in Spain from the air.
Tsa precheck allowed me to breeze through security.
Traveling from America’s best airport on Alaska airlines, one of the classiest domestic airlines.
Woke up this morning at 6 full of energy. No nerves or anxiety. Suitcase is underweight though full in part to Xmas presents.
Heading first to dc for three days with Ricky. Then 3 weeks in Europe. Funny how at peace I am. Fully prepared with travel and lodging. Yet I know at some point things may fall into chaos. Paris has riots. My transatlantic airline has rumors of shutting down.
Reminds me of an old broadcast adage. “It only get fun when plans fall to shit”
Or the Marines saying
No plan survives contact with the enemy.
Anticipation or lack of
This happens to me. Often I don’t get excited about a trip until it is underway. The first leg to dc is something I’ve done a few times. To a familiar airport. In a city I’m comfortable navigating
I’m curious how long it will take before the juice of going somewhere new kicks in.
Unless
There was a time several years ago when I was in Mexico on my own. I vividly remember the moment in a small town where I no longer felt as if I was visiting a foreign land. I was merely being. Earth below me. Sky above. I was a citizen of earth.
I remember my photos reflected that change. For many years when we went to Mexico as a family I would
Take photos of things that were different. Slaughtered chickens hanging in butcher shops with feathers still on, for example.
But the change in attitude has me taking photos of things that were the same. Especially children. Rather than looking for that which divides us. I looked for that which unites us.
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