Two weeks ago, I left Hartford’s Bradley Airport (BDL) for a 9-day journey. Sorry if that sentence (or this apology) sticks the Gilligan’s Island theme in your head. Unlike those castaways, my trip was cut short by a snowstorm. It worked out quite well. Instead of coming home through Iowa, after five days in Florida, I flew directly to Iowa for a few days. If Delta and WordPress are both on time, I will have been asleep for about 4-5 hours by the time this post is published after returning home at dark o’clock on Monday.
I can stick to my schedule, but I can’t offer much in the way of pithy banter or thought-provoking analysis. I’m writing this early on Sunday. Too early to ask my brother for a ride to his house, but too late for my east coast brain to remain in bed, but I need to shower and pack and spend one more day with family.
I don’t have much to say about travel that I haven’t said before. Traveling can be fun. Flying usually isn’t, and hotels can make or break your travel experience. My trip was good, since I got to see my brother, his daughter and her husband and my mom. The week-long interruption made this visit a little better, in that I wasn’t tired and I didn’t have to drag around a bunch of conference luggage.
I didn’t have a lot of time for photo shoots, but I put some photos in the gallery that I collected while traveling and a few while fighting with my brother’s cats.