The sun is rising while I sit, looking out my hotel window, with a view of San Francisco Bay, watching as planes land and take-off. It’s peaceful and I am relaxed and rested after a good night’s sleep. A far cry from the forbidden stress of a crazy travel day yesterday.
Ever heard that saying, “red in the morning, sailors take warning. Red at night, sailors delight.” For us yesterday it was fitting except I would change ‘sailors’ to ‘travelers’. When we left the house promptly at 6:00 am I commented on how intensely red the sky was and hoped it wasn’t a sign of the day to come.
It was.
Long story short – for the first leg of our travel we took two separate flights from Dallas to San Francisco. Don’t ask – it’s just the way it was. For me and my sixteen year old, Patrick, it was a breeze. For my mom, aka Granny, and my fourteen year old, Ben, it wasn’t. While our flights were only 30 minutes apart for a variety of reasons we left right on time but they left 2 hours late.
In the end, Patrick got to have a little adventure – taking an international flight all on his own while navigating security on this end and customs and immigration in China. I can’t wait to hear the details when we finally catch up.
I stayed behind for Granny and Ben and the adrenaline flowed as we attempted to get them off quickly, claim their bags, run from the domestic terminal to the international and get bags rechecked for our next flight.
No such luck and we had to rebook to try again today.
While the day brought it’s fair share of stress we encountered a multitude of angels. San Francisco peeps rock and we have met several wonderful people who did what they could to help us. It made the stress of the situation a little more bearable.
Today is a new day and it will be a good one. And, hopefully the next time I write it will be from our final destination in China!
安全旅行 和这一伟大的日子 safe travels and make it a great day in Mandarin (I think.) 🙂
Sitting at the doctor with my hurt son (turns out he ruptured ligaments in his foot – ouch) I watched his arrival on my phone and was hard-pressed not to jump up and down and call out updates. I came close to mortifying my 16 year-old who was terrified I would not actually be able to contain my enthusiasm.
Visiting friends on their 100 acres in Texas. So much land they had their own dirt roads.
Spending time in Tennessee when my baby was still a baby and my niece was still a little girl.(now she’s in college in Scotland!)
This small street in Co Cork, Ireland is similar to many streets found across the Atlantic pond. 
The cobbled alleys in Bruge, Belgium took quaint to new heights.
1 John 3:16a The way we came to know love was that he laid down his life for us.
My Crazy Graced Life 