Well there we are, lists made, revised and refined. Each entry accomplished and lovingly crossed off in preparation for our upcoming adventure to Europe. We have been so diligent that it is 2 hours to go from D time (departure) and it finds Kathy and myself sitting and watching old reruns of Gunsmoke and having a leisurely lunch. Then (cue ominous music) my phone rings.
It's the airport calling to tell us that our initial plane to Seattle has been delayed and left as it is....we will miss our connection to Dublin...but, if we can make it to the Eugene airport in the next hour and ten minutes, we can catch a plane to Portland and another from there to Seattle and it's all good - no harm, no foul! Instantly we go to plan B, call Omni, the airport shuttle to see if they can pick us up early.....answer (more music please) NO! Plan C now comes into play, Kathy asked her phone to call us a taxi in Springfield. Yes, they can do it!! (Ta da). We bring our suitcases out and sit anxiously waiting for our miracle saviour to arrive, tick, tick tick. We have now passed the danger zone when Kathy's phone rings, (cue more eerie music) and it's the cab company telling her that they can't find our house. Kat begins to explain when they happen to mention Illinois. Turns out Kathy had ordered us a cab from Springfield Illinois and no, they were not on the way. Now we are down to Plan D. Drive our car to the airport, park it in short term and catch our damn plane. Kat implores me that it can't be done, 20 minutes is just not enough time, (cue heroic music with lot of trumpets and crescendo) it is I missy and I will get you there!! We toss our luggage in, strap in and head out on our mission from God! Yes stop signs flash by, stop lights are optional and traffic parts for the red demon Camry as it hurtles onward. We make it to my favorite shortcut, Prairie Rd. where for the first time in 284 runs to the airport, a train straddles the road and victory seems to be melting slowly away. After 5 minutes, 23 seconds of butt clenching agony, the train clears the road and we continue on our way never saying "Uncle."
We come screaming through the parking lot, fishtail into a space, slam it into park, grab the luggage and sprint, (Okay, fast walk) up to the desk and shout in unison Edinburgh! The ticket lady smiles and says "Wow! You just made it. She hands us our tickets and grabs our luggage and we are home free!! Yes we made it....(cue the ominous music).
We board our fleet steed wearing the insignia Alaska and are whisked North to Portland. Upon arrival, you guessed it (cue more damn music) we are told that the Seattle plane has been delayed and we have no way to get there in time to make our connection. Time to get a hotel as we are now scheduled to fly in the A.M. to Chicago and then onward to the land of the leprechauns.
After a sleepless night we head for the airport, renewed with a new resolve that today would be our day for triumph, absolution and told ya so's! (Yeah music like dah ta dah dah) We board our plane after being delayed for 55 minues and flying to Chi town with a mere 45 minute window to make the connection but my faith is strong - we might catch a tailwind that will goose our way East! But no, we hit thunderstorms and a O'hare that is overloaded with planes looking for somewhere to alight. We circle over Nebraska as reality dawns that no...today won't be the day! We land and find we are now booked for the same flight as today but it will be the one leaving 22 and 1/2 hours from now. We get another room and collapse forming two puddles of quaking jello.
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| circling over Nebraska |
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| The look of a man trying to fill an inside straight |
We awake to a new day refreshed and ready to make bonnie Scotland. To show our commitment, we have our breakfast at a Scottish sounding restaurant, ye olde McDonalds. We request a late checkout and hangout in our room licking our wounds. At 2:00, we shuttle back to another Scottish monument, the Grande O'hare with a hardened steel swelling in our hearts - "We will not be denied"!! Yes it has taken us 3 days to get to where we are going, yes, the pony express could have got there sooner but we are on our way! What makes it even sweeter, I am able to meet up with my cousin Stuart and catch up on old and new times and have Kat meet a part of my past.
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| Breakfast(?) |
We board the plane - row 44, out of 44 but we are going!!! Helpful Hint - never ever sit directly across from the two bathrooms that service the 324 other passengers on a eight hour trip. I became too aware of the shapes and sizes of 324 butts not just once but several times. Images that may haunt me for the next decade.
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| coast of Scotland |
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We land in Edinburgh with no issues, make our way through customs and head out on a very efficient tram that can get you anywhere and everywhere in shorter time then it would to drive, or in our case fly. Boy America can learn something about the joys of mass transit but I will leave that to a future spiel. For now, let me just say..."Wow"!!
We got to our hotel, had breakfast an collapsed for a well earned 3 hour nap. We then decided to check out the beauty and allure that makes Scotland be Scotland. Start with friendly, kind people who are willing to help a tourist help or advise, a town that has a flavor of 1400 but mixes it in with hues of modern conveniences. At the turn of every corner lies another amazing sight to behold. It's been trying yet it has been worth the aggravation...cue peaceful, happy music!!
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| The Scot's do have a sense of humor as this hangs above the toilet in our hotel room |
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| Please never erect a statute of yours truly |
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| Modeling in the park |
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| Happy wife, happy life!! |