Traveling is always an adventure even if nothing unusual happens. Even better that way because it give me time to just look around. There are always different things to enjoy. People watching in the airport. Striking up short, casual conversations with strangers. An excuse to eat junk food--not that I really need one.
This trip, I flew to
Albuquerque and here's where I'm staying.
After landing for what seems to be the obligatory change of planes on any trip these days, as we taxied to the gate to deplane, I saw a couple of airplanes sitting by themselves, front end to a barrier, as if they had been put in time out. Hopefully, just for cleaning and not bad behavior.
Back in the air after a layover in
that gave me just enough time to recharge various electronic devices, we climbed
to fly over the Rockies. If I'm lucky enough to get a window seat, I
can watch the world go by beneath me. The
folds of bare land in the mountains look like rumpled sheets. Further on, what I know are trees covering
the ground look like blades of grass.
Miniscule dirt trails that snake up and down hills, crisscross the
landscape and seem to go nowhere.
But, best of all, after I landed I get hugs from my son and granddaughter and get to spend the holidays with them.