Before we hit Florida, here are the flamingoes which guard the entrance to the JW Marriot Resort Hotel in Palm Desert.
And at a rest stop on the highway…
We had an interesting time getting here from Palm Desert. Thinking we were leaving ourselves lots of time to make our flight, we stopped at Starbucks and weren’t even frustrated at how long it took the barista to take our order. Amazing how many people show up on a Saturday morning at 7. Just like Christmas, why aren’t these people at home doing something – like sleeping? Anyway, we cruised along at 75 mph through California and 80 mph from the Arizona border. More often than not we were the passee and not the passer.
We finally arrived at the long term parking lot 1 hour an 15 minutes before our flight. Hmm, getting a little close. The driver of the shuttle says “No problem, lots of time”; the United Airlines pilot says “Cutting it a little close aren’t you?” We get to the curbside check-in and had only one person ahead of us. Great! Except she and Debby, the check-in person, were having a grand old time talking about the woman’s teaching job in Bahrain. Move it lady!
We get to the security line – oh oh. The security guy says that he can’t do anything – all we can do is to ask people if we can go ahead of them which we do and everyone says no problem. Very nice people. We finally get through, get to the gate and we still have 30 minutes until take off. Perfect. Sadly, for the writer in me, there were no incidents at all.
And now here we are in the Sunshine State.
Here’s the problem with travelling in the good old U.S. of A. They are just like us – not particularly worthy of note since they are so darn normal. We are having a very pleasant time visiting with Dave and Debbi (and son Jeremy) – and for all those of you who ask about Dave, here are the words straight from his very own mouth: “I am cancer free and able to eat most things, feeling stronger every day and generally doing hunky dory fine.”
Unfortunately we will not be making it to Charleston this trip since our good friends Sherrie and Tim will be busy with the birth of their grandchild. Hope all goes well there and we look forward to seeing them down the road. Update! Update!
We have played a little golf thus far at Crane’s Roost Golf Course. Terry was a standout in the all male shotgun, and Dave, despite shooting higher than the other three of us, won all the money. Boo, hiss..
Apparently the cranes all move in pairs –
Many of the incredibly beautiful oak trees in Florida are being slowly killed by the Spanish Moss which covers them.
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