Sunday night, 8:35pm
foundnd passport that has been missing for several months.
Sunday night, 8:35:05pm
realized that I can now go to DrupalCon Barcelona 2007.
Sunday night, 8:36pm
opened up Orbitz, Expedia and Travelocity to look up airfares....
Sunday night, 8:42pm
agonizing over how much they've gone up.
Sunday night, 11:38pm
bought round-trip plane ticket.
Sunday night, 11:47pm
realized that I am indeed going to Barcelona. The usual pre-travel anxiety is setting in. Ack!
trying to do all the things that I would have taken a week to do, had I had a week before leaving.
managed to cover the entire todo list. now going for essential manicure/pedicure.
Reveling in the foot bath and massage.
got home and had a glass of wine.
stopped packing. (Not finished, but somewhat close. I'm terrible at packing.)
got up and showered
got through Denver International Airport security. Not much of a crowd but we had to walk all the zigs and zags of the line. Disneyland.
sat down for a Wolfgang Puck pizza. Just about the earliest I've ever eaten a fresh-baked pizza!
Landed in Philly.
Walked a mile through the airport to the international terminal. Thankfully all behind security.
Airline agent okayed my first-class upgrade request. Now $500 poorer.
Taking my seat in first class. A glass of champagne and four feet of "legroom" ... Not regretting those $500 one bit!
Plane still has not taken off. Apparently a radio is defective.
All passengers were offloaded from the plane. We're told we can get $10 off for "dinner" at McDonald's down another terminal.
Stopped at a restaurant after walking a mile. Ordered a wine and salmon dinner.
Airline has changed estimated departure from 9:30pm to 10:30pm.
Airline worker just announced that they may not be able to fix the plane and have to cancel the flight.
The plane has been fixed. Everyone is crushing back onto the plane.
Plane is getting in line for take-off.
Looking forward to more wine and filet dinner.
Reclined almost flat. Going to sleep now.
Touchdown in Barcelona.
Wow! Passport check was fast, my bag came around the conveyor quickly, and customs just ignored me as I walked by. Getting a cab.
A taxi driver has grabbed my bag out of my hand. I guess he's going to drive me where I'm going.
Despite the address and Google Map printout of the destination, the driver is lost.
Driving up and down streets, I saw the DrupalCon sign. The driver stopped in the middle of the narrow street. I've arrived!
Realized I am seriously jet-lagged.