The timing is not quite right

I was on my way back home at around 5 PM when I saw this sign on the freeway -



Looks like Caltrain has to try harder to convince people to take the train instead of driving.

That explains it !

No wonder they call this part of town Paradiso.

Conshohocken

Tiny town, PA.

I got to travel. Between missed connections and distances from coast - to - coast, it took me close to 18 hours to get there. Thank God I love airplanes :)

I made new friends. I'll probably never see them again. I might send them a couple of work related emails. But there is something about being one of the 16 women in a room (of 21 people total) that makes for good camarederie (or however that's spelt)

I had dinner in a fancy French restaurant - it was so fancy French, the waiters even spoke French to each other. My food choices were limited - but who cares when you have five kinds of forks?

I got totally pampered. Not only did D drive me around - he also held the door for me. And entertained me with his stories.

I found out guys can be sappy too. In a good "I'm so in love with my wife I can't wait to see her again" way.

I lost a* an earring while I was there. It was a present from my husband :(

* - I found out I say earring weird - or used to at least.

I give you some music? Yes?

Lady on the phone: Ich sprache kein Englisch
Me: Ich sprache kein Deutsch

At first she just thought I was mimicking her. After a couple of minutes, she believed I really didn't speak German (well not enough to book tickets at least), I got transferred to someone who knew English.
Who turned out to have the best way of asking if she could put me on hold - "I give you some music? Yes?"

ADD*

I LOVE air travel. There is something about airports that totally gets me. Every time.
I love looking at the monitors with planes to all those faraway places. I love walking those aisles watching all the people around me. I love looking for my seat on the plane, looking out of the window to see the San Francisco Bay as we take off.

It doesn't matter if I'm there to pick someone up or drop them off - I ALWAYS wish I were the one travelling. We just dropped my sister-in-law and her husband at the airport. It was all I could do to not go in with them and wait in the check-in line, just to get my "airport-fix".
While they were complaining about the long layover in New York between planes, my eyes lit up at the thought of being able to explore JFK airport. Luckily I kept that thought to myself.

Now I'm getting restless thinking of when my next trip may be. I am sure I can hear Travelocity call my name.

(*Air-travel deficit disorder)

So she said on Sunday...

...I don't really have much to say today except:

a) Doesn't the universe really have a nice way of doing things sometimes? I booked my husband and me on different flights for a trip. When I noticed my mistake and called Orbitz to change it, they said the change fees were $250 plus any difference in fare. Ouch. I decided it was ok, I could spend a few extra hours in 1 airport and my husband could do the same in another. This morning I got an email from Orbitz saying our previous flight's time has changed. That means my husband will not be able to make the earlier connecting flight on that day. That means, Orbitz asked if he would mind going on a later flight :) Of course he doesn't, thank you very much.

b) Amen to that - especially since I recently had this conversation with somebody about arranged vs. non-arranged marriages. (The romantic in me believes ALL marriages are arranged, and yes, in heaven). I was telling them that yes, I met my husband through my parents - but it doesn't matter, I could have met him in an elevator and I would have still married him. Meeting through the parents kind of simplified the process - otherwise imagine the number of elevators I'd have had to try.

A new year...a new day

New Years Eve…waiting in the lounge for a boarding call…passing time trying to figure out what the other people in the lounge do for a living…watching re-runs of Saddam Hussein’s execution and Gerald Ford’s funeral…filling up on veggie sandwiches and sparkling water...making sure I "shopped" at every store in the vicinity...

New Years Eve…sitting on a plane somewhere over Hong Kong…peering through the window to see if I can actually spot the “International Dateline”…stewardesses passing out glasses of champagne…falling asleep halfway thru a Hindi movie (hmmm…I wonder which girl the guy finally ends up with)

New Years Eve…settling down on the couch…deciding to not watch what’s on TV…playing hangman with the husband…giggling when he isn’t able to guess the word I’m thinking of…insisting I did NOT change the word half-way thru…content :)

2007 is here...wonder what it has in store for me