Getting There

The adventure begins! As we all know, getting there is no longer half the fun.  It’s exhausting, bad for your skin, dries out your eyes and nine times out of ten you’re going to get a crick in your neck.  The food is , well airplane food – ‘nough said.  Your hair will feel stringy and all you’ll want is a shower and a bed when you land.  Added to that I developed a minor intestinal disorder that would have made the transatlantic flight hellish if  couldn’t find a doctor.  Thank God I had a five hour layover in Philadelphia  (which I had previously dreaded) and there was a minute clinic close to the airport.  The taxi driver to the clinic yelled at me for giving him such  short fare (“I waited in the taxi line for three hours for a lousy $10 fare?!)  Welcome to the city of brotherly love.  I’m not sure what he thought my options were, and I did give him a $4 tip, although I should have thrown it at him or given it to him in pennies.

Anyway, got to the Doctor (minute clinic is more like an hour and a half clinic), got prescriptions and was directed to a local CVS “within walking distance”.  That is if you set out in the right direction, which I didn’t.  Half a mile down the thoroughfare (lugging all my bags ) I asked a DHL driver coming out of a DHL building if this was the right  way, he said “No you’ll have to go back the way you came and take a left at the corner.”  (Oh crap.) Off he went … but miracle of miracles, he did a U-turn, came back, and offered me a ride to the drugstore.  I know, never take a ride from a stranger, but he was a DHL employee, I'd seen him come out of the building, I needed to get the prescriptions filled and somehow get back to the airport.  I scanned the back seat for rope, duct tape, garbage bags, meat cleavers and chainsaws, saw that there were handles on the insides of the doors, and gratefully hopped in.  Well Chris drove me to the drugstore, waited for me (no meter running), and then gave me a ride to the airport.  Who would have dreamt it? He wouldn't let me pay him.  I owe Chris a debt of gratitude and will pay his kindness forward.  I did buy him a BIG bag of M&M’s and a bottle of water.

Another piece of good luck – I had a row on the airplane all to myself – three across!  You know how you get to your seat and give the evil eye to anyone boarding after you to keep them from sitting in YOUR row.  Almost never works, but this time it did!  So after some warmish pasta I actually slept on the plane.  The Zurich airport is very confusing.  Several of us passengers needed  to get to Gate A, there was a sign that said Gate A to the right and another sign across from it that said Gate A to the left..  Doesn’t leave you many choices. 

Can’t hook up my camera to my computer yet because the cord is in my cabin and passengers are not allowed in their cabins until 3:00 PM.  So not photos for now, but tomorrow should have several.