Kathy's Travel Adventures...

So here I sit in yet another remote wireless location...the airport in San Pedro Sula, Honduras, waiting to board the flight for Roatan. And I found wireless.

These photos were taken at the crack of dawn today. Many of you have met my mom, but here is my dad. They are both 80. Don't they look great?! And what a help and trooper my dad was getting to LaGuardia.

We finally landed in NYC around 11:30 last night. Matt drove so I didn't have to fork over $225 to park the car in a questionably safe, and very remote location at the airport. We detoured by Cranford, NJ to pick up Carolyn, who navigated back out of the city with him, which was great, but by the time we bought Metro cards, chatted a bit, unwound, etc. is was 1:30 am and the alarm was set for 2:30. Yeah!

At my dad's swing vote and with his help we took public transportation at 3 am out to the airport. I think every TSA agent who screened us rode the same bus to work...and it was fine, and gave us a great chance to chat. And it was much cheaper than a taxi, and actually more spacious. See, my mom doesn't have the market cornered on frugality.

Other highlights of the day:

• I got excited that they might have needed volunteers. to give up their seats. That always makes me get really excited. The prospect of a free trip makes me certifiably giddy.
• We flew Continental and they fed us more than peanuts, not once, but twice. I hope it is not am prophetic statement about what the week ahead of eating will be like!
• There were two passengers who made one of the flight attendants really, really unhappy boarding. One tried to shove an absolutely not of carry on size luggage into the overhead and got really snide and nasty with the flight attendant when she suggested that perhaps it should be gate checked. The other unhappy traveller was a couple who were taking up three passenger's worth of space with a garment bag containing a wedding gown.
• On one of my too many trips back from the lavatory, because I drank a venti Starbucks in Houston, I noticed that the passenger who was ready to cause a riot over his oversized duffle was reading CS Lewis. Hmmm...
• Only two of our four checked bags arrived in San Pedro Sula. For us, it doesn't matter, they all contain donations. They will come tomorrow or the next day. We packed everything down to the toothpaste in our one carry on between the two of us (my mom travelled with me).
• As I sit here, ready to pack it up, I am sharing the electrical outlet with a priest at the next table who is enjoying some really wild YouTube postings. A rather racy rendition of The Locomotion just wafted my way. I glanced over and the singer/dancers were half clad. Another Hmmm...
• We only have one cumbersome bag to claim in Roatan, because a pastor from the San Pedro Sula Mennonite church came to accept one of the packed to fifty pound bags for his ministries. I was hoping it would be three, but the other two I wanted to give him are still stuck in Houston...
• One of the flight attendants gave me all the leftover breakfast bananas, yogurts and muffins to give away after we got off the plane. I gave them to one of the housekeeping ladies at the airport. It was the result of a simple conversation. I will get back to this in the next couple of days...

More later. Perhaps a Sunset. And reflections on Brian McLaren's latest book, EVERYTHING MUST CHANGE.

Time to board for Paradise.