If it is Friday, we must be in Cape Cod. It's a bit crazy to work all week in Baltimore and catch a plane on Friday for a weekend in Wood's Hole. I have to remind myself that I do this every summer, so I am accustomed to it, but it is never easy. Airtran is chronically late, especially with the last flight of the day, in both directions; either from Boston or from Baltimore. Initially, I would get excessively irritated, and fume and fuss about late departures, but for now, I am never surprised if we are one, two or three hours delayed.
After finishing at the office and picking Maya up from her violin lesson, we rushed home to change and pack up quickly ( and gobble down some salad for dinner). We had just enough time to go to the mall and choose glasses and order them (not that there are no optometrists in Ecuador, but we want to be prepared). I did not give us enough time to get to the airport, so I was speeding all the way to the 'Express Lot', which was closed for some inexplicable reason, so we had to find an alternate parking area for the car, and of course the transport getting us to the airport was delayed. I was sure we would miss our flight (and we have missed flights to and from Cape Cod before). Luckily security was light and I did not have to fight the XRay machine (I refuse to go through it and usually insist on a pat down, which is humiliating but I have learned to grit my teeth through it). After all the rushing and anxiety and agitation, we discovered that our flight was delayed 'indefinitely'. I have learned take such news in stride, and it gave Maya and I a chance to explore the new terminal and look for ice cream and then plug in iphone/iPad/laptop and play nintendo and read. Time to relax.
We arrived in Boston at one in the morning, and were lucky to have Eric waiting for us. The drive to Woods Hole is an hour and a half at least, no matter how fast one drives or which route one takes, so we were not in our cottage until three. Again, not an unusual way for our weekend to begin. The cabin was hot, but with fans going, tolerable to sleep in. We have left all our clothes and our beach paraphernalia at Woods Hole, so it is wonderful to travel light and have no luggage, and have everything ready for us when we arrive. Such a treat.
After finishing at the office and picking Maya up from her violin lesson, we rushed home to change and pack up quickly ( and gobble down some salad for dinner). We had just enough time to go to the mall and choose glasses and order them (not that there are no optometrists in Ecuador, but we want to be prepared). I did not give us enough time to get to the airport, so I was speeding all the way to the 'Express Lot', which was closed for some inexplicable reason, so we had to find an alternate parking area for the car, and of course the transport getting us to the airport was delayed. I was sure we would miss our flight (and we have missed flights to and from Cape Cod before). Luckily security was light and I did not have to fight the XRay machine (I refuse to go through it and usually insist on a pat down, which is humiliating but I have learned to grit my teeth through it). After all the rushing and anxiety and agitation, we discovered that our flight was delayed 'indefinitely'. I have learned take such news in stride, and it gave Maya and I a chance to explore the new terminal and look for ice cream and then plug in iphone/iPad/laptop and play nintendo and read. Time to relax.
We arrived in Boston at one in the morning, and were lucky to have Eric waiting for us. The drive to Woods Hole is an hour and a half at least, no matter how fast one drives or which route one takes, so we were not in our cottage until three. Again, not an unusual way for our weekend to begin. The cabin was hot, but with fans going, tolerable to sleep in. We have left all our clothes and our beach paraphernalia at Woods Hole, so it is wonderful to travel light and have no luggage, and have everything ready for us when we arrive. Such a treat.
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