Zip. My suitcase was ready before the tires hit the asphalt and I started on my way to Florida--where the old fogies Rome (at least that is where I shall be residing for a while--in my grandparent‘s secluded community of retired New-Yorkers, all usually within the ages of 60 and 95.) I love old fogies! One day I’ll be one too. That’s kind of hard to imagine right now…being like 40 years older…wrinkly. I mean, lines of character. With my luck I’ll probably be better looking in 40 years. Hm, something to look forward to?
Flying @ night is weird. I highly recommend it to those of you who do not like traffic within the airport of dodging strangers, waiting in long lines to check-in behind people who do not know how to maneuver their luggage (or how to control their children), and/or being awake during a wrongly estimated timed flight. But, I do not recommend it for those who consume food because I was pretty much starving on my flight to Georgia without being offered a beverage or even a bag of free peanuts. (The keyword here is free). Lucky for them, I was too tired to complain or ask for anything. I conformed to their scheme, didn’t I? How much money can Delta save? That’s probably their undercover motto.
Well, still, my hassle-free check-in was highly noted. My favorite part was walking into the star-treky machiny thing…you know, so they have on record that a terrorist did not make it past the yellow protective ropes. They made me step into a plastic dome, separate my feet to be on top of the yellow foot prints stamped on the ground, and hold my hands up. I became five again, caught stealing mints from my mom’s purse--an intense accusation. ( I never stole, but it sounded fun , didn’t it?) I actually found it amusing and futuristic as I stood there.
The gadget probably doesn’t even work. I mean, I hope it does, but, from being a plastic machine that really seems more of a toy than anything else I hold my opinion. The people that work there need some sort of entertainment, right? That’s where we come in, the suckers that actually pose in that ridiculous bubble: hands up, feet spread, inside a dome made of plastic. I knew how awkward I appeared, in fact, I was going for an interpretive dance pose--be a tree. As I stood inside my glass house, I laughed about it--smirking the whole time as they “made sure” I was kosher to board. And, off course I was. I got my feet dirty to prove it true.
The moving side-walk quickened my stride as I continued forward.
Window seat--how do I love thee? Can you imagine being in the middle seat? Where would I put my head? I can only imagine waking up to find that I have used the big, sweaty guy next to me as a pillow. That would be a health risk in a big dose that I do not want to take. Did I just jinx myself for my next flight? Diana in the middle. Joyous. -__________________-
It’s Georgia. Right now, I am in Atlanta, Georgia. It’s cold in Georgia! Stepping off the plane, eyes red and crusty from a 5 hour flight of in-and-out slumber (ooooh in-n-out…I want some!), I realized it’s colder in Georgia than Utah! (how does that work out?) I am wearing the only sweatshirt I ever use…and that’s when I’m sleeping or in my room. This big, ox-blood colored cloth probably made my little kids in India is what keeps me warm and disguises me from the world. Oh, what a hoodie can do. Thank you children. 5 a.m. in a terminal--
(Wait. I just checked the tag. Thank you children in the Philippines for my warm sweatshirt. Yay for the Philippines! That’s where Liva will be serving her mission! )
Do you know what bothers me? Wi fi not being free in airports. Really now, I just had to pay $25 bucks for
I will run through a field of sunflowers before I die…yes, I know: amazing art, food, architecture, culture is there too, but--I am all about the fields of sunflowers. I should write a movie and call it--Field of Sunflowers. Do you think Kevin Cosner will consider a cameo role? I’ll give him a call. Ha.
There have been a few moments within the last 24 hours that I have had to get out my camera phone, point, aim, and shoot.
I went to the public restroom in SLC and this thing spat at me!
Have you seen the movie Mall Cop? Haha, yeah:
My grandparents and I went to Mario’s Market ( full of Brooklyn folk and quality Italian ingredients) and this guy talked about how to make the perfect Italian sausage…
Still in Mario’s…my Grandma asked me to pick whatever I wanted amongst the pastries, so I picked this cookie that looked like a Peruvian cookie called an Alfajor. Rico-suave!
After making my Alfajor look-a-like choice this little old lady was like Winnie the Pooh….”think, think, think”--she couldn’t figure out what to choose and even asked for help. So cute! Ten minutes later we were in line to pay, I looked back and she was still there and still decision-less:
THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE. I was just chillaxin’ with the G-rents when I looked to my left as we were @ a red light and saw THIS: Look at what is in her basket....so weird! (ans: a chiwawa...how do u spell that?) After I took the picture she looked at me and I just collapsed forward and hid myself. Haha!)
My Grandma showed me the most recent picture of me that she owns. I sent it to her in 2004! She asked for a recent one and I laughed out loud when I saw what I had sent her. Oh yeah, I am so hardcore *eye rolling commences now*:
And this all occurred in less than 24 hours………………………………
