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Published: October 20th 2015
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Fall Color
At least I have this beauty to look at. So I delayed writing about my first day until I had a chance to sleep on it. Yeah. It was interesting.
It started early on. My first experience with Terminal A at DFW. I am a Terminal C girl. Really, I don't think I've ever had the need to use one of the other terminals until recently. My flight to Denver last week left out of D. I like terminal D. It actually makes sense to me. Terminal A? Not so much. Now I know Jay and I are getting older but that place is just confusing. Enough so that the guys in curbside check knew the frazzled look once we finally got there. Did I mention we took the route that took us to the way far out parking before we got there? Yeah.
Flight was good. I was there super early (don't say it) so I got to watch a most interesting parade of humanity. Early morning flyers going to someplace like Boston are a different group than I generally travel with (mainly tourists). All adults. Many dressed for business. But once that boarding starts IQs and manners are flushed and everyone acts like cattle at feeding time. Or more like zombies after fresh meat.
It was so pretty once we got close to Boston. The leaves are magnificent and the houses we saw along the way were exactly what I imagined they would look like. Ahhh....fall. Real fall. The frazzled morning was just a distant memory. At this point if I could add sound you would hear a gigantic crash.
Boston Logan Airport. From deplane to baggage in hand - over an hour. Did you know this airport can't handle 4 flights at once? Yeah. And in the great AA way - they don't let us know what's happening.
Baggage finally in hand I go out to the Limo area where I am to meet my Uber driver. He is 19 minutes away. I enjoy the crisp Boston air and try to shake of the baggage blunder blues. Forty five minutes later and no word from my driver and no response to my text or phone and I make my way to the taxi stand, A lovely lady there tells me to ask for a flat rate. Well we know
that's not gonna happen because guess what folks?? It's now 5:05 p.m.
Really nice cab driver keeps letting me know he's getting me there the cheapest way. I believe him because I'm watching Google maps. It still takes almost an hour (and $70+) to get the 18 miles from the airport to the hotel in Danvers. For financial reasons I switched from a crazy-expensive hotel in Quincy with transport to Boston right out the front door to Danvers. It's not totally horrible. It's a Motel 6. They kept the light on but dear Lord, what have I done and why do I think my cheaper alternative is going to end up costing me more???
Let's wrap up the evening by saying after a minor meltdown I managed to find pizza delivery (no food since breakfast). I did some research to figure out how close to Salem I am. So instead of wanting to pack up and go home (or worse yet spend 3 whole days in a Motel 6 in the middle of nowhere) I have a plan. It's just a little backwards from what I was originally planning. And I survived the night. Yes, there was some concern. So today I am staying close to "home" and relaxing and venturing out to hopefully find a cable for my camera (Yep. Forgot it). And tomorrow I will go to Salem then to Boston.
Let the vacation commence! A little different than planned... but isn't there a saying about life not being the destination but the journey?
Or is it something about that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger?
I'll keep you posted.
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