Just a quick status update to let folks know Kathryn and I are home from our camping trip. We had four relaxing days off, but this morning we’re both heading back to work.
If it seems like Kathryn and I were in Yuma just six weeks ago, it’s because Kathryn and I were in Yuma just six weeks ago. Now we’re on our way back, not just as a stop this time, but as a destination. Our good friend Dan is in town for a few days on … Continue reading Only six weeks later, we’re on the road again to Yuma
And we’re home.
Kathryn and I just finished a late lunch on the northern side of the border, in Yuma. I looked at the CBP website around 10 am to get an idea of border crossing times, and I was a little shocked to see two-hour wait times so early in the day. Thinking it would only get … Continue reading Making a run for it, back in the United States
The only apprehension I’d had about seeing a baseball game in Mexicali was not knowing what to do in the event of an earthquake. We just sat through the earthquake instructions at Estadio B-Air. Stay calm and stay in your seat until the trembling stops, then follow directions from staff. I think I can handle … Continue reading Earthquake instructions and baseball in Mexicali
I usually post an update before we leave on a road trip, but this morning I had too much to do and too little time to do it. We’re already safely at our hotel in Mexicali. Nice room. We haven’t checked out the rest of the property yet.
A few hours short of seventeen days, and we’re back in our own home. A cold beer has been cracked, a first load of laundry has been started, and our bed is waiting.
A cortado from a Cuban café almost made it worth the trouble of flying through Miami International Airport. Kathryn got a cappuccino from the same place. Her larger cup had a description of the café on the back. Honestly, I’d never heard of this place, but I remembered enjoying a Cuban coffee in the airport … Continue reading A cortado almost makes it worth the trouble
We’re at Miami International Airport, waiting for our flight back to Phoenix. What a shithole. For once, TSA wasn’t the problem at the security checkpoint; it was totally clueless passengers. I mean, signs were posted in nine languages, and it seems like half of traveling public here can’t read any of them. Ugh. On the … Continue reading Patiently mingling with the unwashed masses in Miami
We’re getting ready to check out of our hotel in Key West and make the drive back to Miami. We haven’t seen the sun much since we got here, and it just started raining again.
We’ve reached Key West. I wasn’t sure what to expect about the drive through the Keys so soon after the hurricane. Some of what we saw literally made me gasp. Route 1 had mountains of debris on both sides, some so high the backhoes had to drive up them to remove them. And people were … Continue reading Reaching Key West through the aftermath of a hurricane
We’re somewhere in southern Florida — Florida City, I think — having a coffee and some fast food on our way to Key West. I was able to get some sleep on the flight, so I’m not a total wreck behind the wheel. Getting a rental car in Miami took some patience. There’s such a … Continue reading Somewhere in southern Florida, grabbing a bite
We’re in the departure area of the airport in Montevideo, Uruguay, waiting for our flight to Miami, which should board within the hour. The security checkpoint seems to have been handled by the Air Force. It was mostly young men who appeared to have a sense of humor. The woman at the immigration desk gave … Continue reading Waiting in Montevideo for a flight to Miami
Our short stay in Colonia del Sacramento is coming to an end. We’ve checked out of the hotel here and are waiting at the bs terminal for a ride to Montevideo. We won’t be there long; we have onward tickets to Punta del Este and a small apartment reserved there for the next several nights. … Continue reading Waiting for a bus, onward to Punta del Este
We’ve checked into our hotel in Colonia del Sacramento. We’re on our way out to explore the historic city and, with a bit of luck, figure out how to get to our next destination.
We’ve finally boarded the ferry. It’s late, naturally. We chose a different company this time, and it’s a much nicer vessel.
After the all-afternoon struggle to buy ferry tickets in Uruguay a few days ago, we decided to show up at the terminal in Buenos Aires two hours before the 12:30 pm sailing, without a reservation, and hope for the best. Good call on our part. Fifteen minutes later we had our boarding passes and had … Continue reading Last meal in Argentina
We’ve arrived at our guest house in the Ciudad Vieja area of Montevideo, after passing through the ultramodern and quite efficient international airport here. The host has given us the lay of the land, and we’re probably going to rest a bit before exploring. We’re impressed with what we’ve already seen.
We’ve finally boarded the flight to Montevideo. See you all on the other side.
We should be heading to our departure area right now, but the flight to Montevideo has been delayed yet again. The manager came around to let us know the lounge stays open late when flights to South America are delayed. We’ve used all our premium drink coupons, so we may have to switch to well … Continue reading Temporary stay
We’re safely on the ground in Miami. I already like the Admirals Club lounge here better than the one in Phoenix; this one gave us each two premium drink coupons when we arrived. As far as beer goes, anything better than Budweiser is considered premium. I do miss US Airways. It looks like our flight … Continue reading Chilling in Miami
We’re in our seats for the leg to Miami. Everything is running smoothly so far.
Kathryn has been wearing me down for the past week, trying to get me to upgrade to business class on the leg to Montevideo. After witnessing considerable stompy-footing at the airport, I caved. The good news is, with an international business-class boarding pass, we can use the first-class lounge. Just think, if I order only … Continue reading Another upgrade story
Our trip to Uruguay is officially underway. We’ve passed the TSA checkpoint, which for me is the most stressful part of air travel. Like a woman who stands by an abusive boyfriend, I’ve learned that if I’m submissive enough, the high school dropout working the body scanner will let me go without molesting my genitals. … Continue reading TSA: one’s dignity is a small price to pay for fascism
Our friends know we like to visit Las Vegas several times a year, often on short notice. I’ve already gotten check-in messages this morning from concerned friends wanting confirmation we weren’t in Las Vegas last night. For the record, it’s just a typical workday in Phoenix today for Kathryn and me. However, we are gearing … Continue reading Update on where we’re not