It begins.

With the whoosh of planes, we were up.  The Sheraton Hotel and Conference Centre lies directly  under the flightpath of the steady stream of planes that begin to fly out of Pearson exactly at 6:30 am.

A Bacon n’Egger, some coffee, and I was set (OMG was that real cheese A&W 👏🏻).

Dulles

Today we were travelling through Dulles, somewhere I have not flown before.  When our plane arrived, Terminal Z was quiet, clean and spacious. It had the high end shops you always see at North American airports glittering at me. We used the rest of our annual lounge passes, and had dinner in the Turkish Airlines lounge right beside Gate B23.  It was packed, a good sign.  After I stuffed myself with hummus, a salad with dates, and another with eggplant, we left to find our next gate.

Dulles transports you between terminals on people movers that look like something right out of the spice mines on Dune.  Bizarre, but amazing.

The person who designed Terminal Z was clearly not the same person who designed the next terminal we arrived at. Each gate had about 25 seats (what plane loads at a major terminal that has only 25 seats?!), the hallway was narrow, and the restaurants spilled out into them.  It was a melee, of golf carts, luggage, kids and people standing, looking around. There was no Chanel to be found!  Just some Rusty Taco.

As I am sitting on a plane headed to San Juan, I’m watching my mother watch Gladiator II.  I don’t need the sound. Oberyn dies in this one too.

I have not touched my book.

xo

PS If you want to know how to get 6 free lounge passes a year, ask me.