I’m happy to report that Caroline and I had a safe and uneventful flight to Florida on Sunday. In my eyes, uneventful is how air travel ought to be.
Stripes was ready to go.
Waiting for our ride.
Our view from the terminal.
The Washington Monument (obvs) and the round dome is the Jefferson Memorial.
Iced coffee = sanity in a cup.
Can’t travel without snacks.
I can’t say that this plane’s physical condition did anything to calm my pre-flight anxiety. I know new doesn’t necessarily equal better, but doesn’t this plane look a little past its prime? A wee bit old? It didn’t look anything like the other US Air planes; later I found out that US Air bought PSA and our ride was one of their acquired planes.
Happy, but still old.
Air plane shenanigans.
Math from 35,000 feet in the air is extra fun.
We even got BIG cups, not those puny ones, and the whole can of Diet Coke.
North Carolina or South Carolina (?) coast line.
Clouds. A blanket of clouds below us.
Safely on the ground.
Wet, humid, sticky Florida.
I often joke that Florida has a certain, familiar scent to me. I can smell it immediately after deboarding the plane. This time we smelled Chinese food upon entering the terminal, but once we claimed our baggage and made it outside, it all came back to me.
Our flight arrived 25 minutes ahead of schedule, so we had to wait for our ride.
And, that’s where I stopped taking pictures.
I’ll have more soon enough.