Hope you are not offended by looking at our dirty laundry! (Photo kept small for that reason). We just got home from our holiday around midnight last night and I do not know where to start. So I thought a blog would be the most productive thing I could do and hence, I will just ignore the pile. Did I mention that it smells suspicious? We had a wonderful cruise but I’m finding that travelling has become harder for me than it used to be. At 5:30am (Alberta time) we were herded off the ship to retrieve our luggage, loaded onto a bus and deposited at the San Juan airport. After two separate flights and a 1½ hour drive home from Calgary we fell into bed at 12:30 am. This means we were travelling for 19 hours. Luckily Don was able to drive from Calgary without too much trouble because I was delirious. At one point when I had drifted off, I actually spoke out loud, saying “I’m so confused with the time changes”. I kind of woke myself up and tried to cover my tracks but it was obvious that I was talking in my sleep. It was embarrassing, but we had a good laugh at it anyway.
A few things about travel these days; airport security is daunting, there are a lot of line-ups, people are tired, stressed, and existing on fat-loaded sandwiches and coffee or soft drinks. And, I noticed something interesting. With the explosion of all the gadgets out there, people are always checking phones, e-mails, and working on computers for one reason or another. I am one of THEM. I took my computer so I could use the internet and also load my photos at the end of each day. I also found that working on projects in Photoshop helped to pass the long hours of travelling. But what I also noticed is now everyone wants to sit by a plug-in and God forbid if you get in the way! I had a guy drop his giant backpack on my shoulder in his frenzy to get to the one last available plug-in and he hardly took the time to apologize – I think he was annoyed that I was even there. It hurt and I was angry, but I just let it go – wishing all the time that I was at home, in my own quiet space. I don’t have a solution; this is just sort of a vent. I know life could be made so much simpler by not travelling, or maybe not taking so many things with us when we do, but in the end, would it be as interesting?