Sunday, September 19, 2004
Hurricane Passes, Girl Must Travel
The hurricane I was praying for never developed. Instead, it's a tropical storm, veering somewhere to the east of the coast of Florida. Thanks Jeanne.
This girl can't complain too much. The flight I thought was five hours was only three. A tightly packed three, which left me in the middle of an elderly woman and a rather robust woman with lengthy maroon nails, but they were a quiet bunch and we read the entire way down.
Touching down reminded me quite a bit of my travels to Thailand. Spindlely trees that remind me of the jack pines in Wisconsin, gave way to strategically placed crops of palm trees and and ponds. The grass is always lush, even in the middle of the runways. The pick-up area of Orlando airport leaves something to be desired, which was what reminded me of Thailand. Cement welcomes you as you stand in the tropical heat.
The hotel, though, is an exceptional one. One that is the first in the country - or so the brochure says - that comes equipped with computers and high-speed Internet access in each room, free of charge. Well, not free of course, but it's invisibly worked into the room fee. In any case, it allows me to blog, which I get little time for at home when I'm distracted by other things.
posted by paula
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