First thing I saw when I woke up this morning: the Statue of Liberty. That’s not a bad start to any day.
Actually the first thing I saw this morning was at about 3 a.m. There was an odd light peering through the curtains into our cabin. I walked out to the deck to see the place where mist, fog and rain mingle. We were still miles from nowhere, hours from light, but the world somehow had a bright gray sheen to it.
In retrospect that was one of the brighter parts of the day. It was quite the overcast experience back in New Jersey, and then driving through New York and finally into Connecticut. We unpacked the car and then ventured out for more food.
Because you need that after a cruise.
Actually, you need this:
That pizza is so good.
Also, you might remember that our friend Wendy came out to visit with us and we took her to New York City. Anyone that knows Wendy knew this was a possibility. She turned the city to the South:
So pizzas, and then back home to shuffle things around in our luggage. We were headed to the airport when the phone rang. Our plane was delayed. So we went visiting, spending a few minutes with one set of family friends and dinner with another set.
Our 7 p.m. Delta flight finally left well after 10 p.m. But the crew was great. And their day wasn’t done. Once we landed in Atlanta they had to do a turn to Omaha. We were in Atlanta at 1 a.m., local, which is as post-apocalyptic a vibe as you’ll ever feel at that airport.
So we collected our luggage, fumbled around for the shuttle to the hotel where our car was parked. Picked up the car, aired up a tire and then drove home.
(Update: After I unpacked it was 3 a.m. Our day started 20 hours, a ship, two shuttles, a tram, an SUV a car and five states earlier.
But all of that was a small price to pay for such a great trip. Wonderful, wonderful journey.
