Thursday, October 13, 2022
Flying, in Two Parts
I'm now in the Miami airport on Wednesday afternoon, pre-writing some of this post so when I get to work tomorrow I won't be sitting at my desk blogging! (My boss might frown on that.) That above was the view out my window about two hours ago on the first leg of my flight, from Jacksonville to Miami. That's Sunny Isles Beach in the foreground.
We came inland just south of there and this was the view northward, over North Miami. A rainbow!
Then we flew directly over the Trump golf club in Doral. I wasn't fast enough with the camera, but of course it has egomaniac Trump's name in towering letters on the roof, so there was no mistaking it:
(That picture is from Google Maps.)
Now that I've shared those photos, let me back up a bit, before I even boarded my plane, to my mostly uneventful morning in Jacksonville. I packed my carry-on bag with my few odds and ends, and rode along as my brother took my niece to school. My brother and I stopped for coffee at a little place north of downtown, and then we proceeded to the airport. I felt like I had all the time in the world. I checked in, went to the security line, and as I was standing there preparing to pull my laptop from my bag I suddenly realized IT WAS GONE!
No, it wasn't stolen. It was under the front seat of my brother's car, where I'd hidden it so it wouldn't be stolen during our coffee stop.
I had to call him and have him drive back to the airport to hand me my computer before I could proceed to my gate -- a process that took about half an hour. And this, people, is why it always pays to get to the airport early.
These are the tiles at the entrance to the men's room at the Jacksonville airport. I love them. I feel like I know all those people.
Here in Miami I had a media noche and Cuban cafe con leche at Cafe Versailles, in terminal E, where I often stop for Cuban fare when I pass through the airport. It's not quite Calle Ocho but it's pretty good for airport food.
And now, on to the next leg of my journey...
Now it's Thursday morning and I'm in London, sitting at my desk. My overseas flight was pretty uneventful. I spent most of it reading a biography of Zelda Fitzgerald. I also slept a surprising amount of time, two or three hours, which is more than I usually sleep on planes.
While still in Miami, I was stupid enough to once again order a glass of wine in an airport. Apparently the $26 glass of wine from 2017 didn't teach me a lesson. This time it was a comparative bargain -- only $19! When will I learn?!