“Post op” is medical jargon for “after the surgery.” I some ways, looking back at the trip to Washington DC was a little like waking up from having surgery. Most of the pain came from the five hour flights we took on American Airlines. Flying has become a painful operation no matter when and where you go. I could go on for paragraphs about the pain of the flights but one story is enough.
The day before we were scheduled to head home non-stop leaving at 830 a.m., I decided to check in and our flight had been cancelled. Our flight now left at 710 a.m. to Charlotte, North Carolina where we had to change planes in a 30 minute time frame at a gate completely across the airport. Charlotte was completely full of people and we barely made our flight. I do believe we might have beat the senior one mile dash to make that plane. I was proud of Libby. The plane was completely full and because we came in so late, there was no room even for our tiny carry-on. That took up what little leg room there was in the plane. After arriving home, we waited 30 minutes on the ground at LAX to get a parking spot for our plane and 30 minutes for our luggage to arrive. I think people who have problems with rage should think twice about flying. No wonder one always reads about people going crazy on airplanes.
On the other hand, one of the most enjoyable parts of the trip was our contacts with the police officers in and around Washington, DC. We had questions at least 3-4 times during our eight days there and the officers were courteous, professional and very knowledgeable in every case. Kudo’s to this often maligned group of professionals. Hint, start your conversation off with a smile. That will take you a long way with everyone.
Over all, great trip. Our decision to rent a condo instead of a hotel room was a great one. Especially when it is half price of a nice hotel room in DC. Sure we had to take the train in(25 minute ride) but our senior card we got made that almost free. So that’s were our taxes are being used for!
Good to be home again but we leave again in a week for my Dad’s 100th birthday party to Minnesota.