A Wonderful Journey
It started out so early with a car picking us up at our hotel at 7:30 am. I dreaded the long travel day ahead and prayed for our safety. As we waited in line for our passport check and boarding passes a security agent, a dog, and a military armed officer walked by. The dog sniffed each suitcase. I thought to myself, that's good that they do this. And then I flash backed to pre 9/11 when life was different. I've always been a bit nervous about flying but my desire to travel out weighs my anxiety by a long shot. I will keep traveling until I'm the old lady on the travel bus tour...and then maybe I'll still travel or explore more of the USA in a motorhome or something. We are packed to the brim. My suitcase is about to burst open. My purse could possibly exceed the weight limit. We are cranky and tired and have 14 hours ahead of us before we get home. I give Rio a gift I had bought her the night before without her knowing. She smiles because it's perfect - it says I ...