Well we made it to Rome and to The Church Palace. When they got there they told us that we did not have to move tomorrow when the rest of the chorus got here. They were giving us a free upgrade. I wonder if it is because I told them I wanted to write an article about them. We are getting shown around tomorrow.
We didn’t have too much trouble. The plane was a little late leaving Iceland but we had plenty of time at Heathrow, so that was fine. We did have to go through immigration there and then check in and get rid of our luggage with Alitalia Airlines. Then we had to go through security again. I set off all the bells and whistles with my new knees and the metal in my back. After being scanned and patted down I was let through. Then I notice my backpack on the inspection side. I am told I have a flask with fluid in it. I totally forgot I had David’s water bottle. They just let us drink the water real fast and then I was let go. It was bringing back memories from when I got deported from England.
We still had plenty of time so we went to have a sit down meal. We decided on fish and chips along with a local beer. One thing I didn’t miss from there was mushy peas. David commented that they were a pretty color. They were included with the meal. I did not eat them.
We then walked around to stretch our legs. I had to keep pulling up my shorts, so they wouldn’t fall off. Our gate finally came up, so we headed there. The plane was already a little late but when we got on we were delayed about a half hour before we could leave. Still no big deal because we just took a nap. The only thing I was worried about was that the hotel had sent a car for us and we were late. David said they keep track of this stuff, so they will know. I have to say he was right because they were waiting on us. I hate having to tell him he was right.
Well anyway we made it. We have washed all the grime of the day off and are heading to bed now.
Yesterday as we started to the airport I stuck my phone in my pocket and almost lost my shorts. No wonder they are so comfy. They are too big. I guess that is good thing though. We have made it to Heathrow airport. We are waiting for our flight to Rome. We have been up for almost 24 hours. Got our gate number so guess we will head that way.
When I say chicken dog I don’t mean that she herds the chickens together or that she eats chickens. I mean she is afraid of everything. She is a 100 pounds and is scared of everything. If you change something in the house she is afraid of it. She won’t go in the kitchen because that scares her. She hates going to my daughter’s because of the wood floors also scare her. We were camping one time and this tiny dog came running out of the grass barking at her and she took off running. I was out walking her one day in the winter and some other dogs came up to take a sniff. She took off running and it was icy, so try to guess what happened. I slide on the ice and fall on the road. I hit my butt and head. My glasses go flying off my face which I didn’t know until I got to the park and couldn’t read something. When I got back to the place I fell they had been run over. She is getting better since she has been out hiking, as far as other dogs are concerned. We were going down all these steps to go look at the Yukon river and she got halfway down the steps turned, ran back to the van. On the same trip we stopped at a place to get a closer look at the Yukon River. There was a really cool bridge you had to walk across. She didn’t think so, but with David pushing the back-end and me pulling the front end we got her across. Then going back across she was fine. Anyway she is still the best dog ever. I am glad my son, Dusty, is staying at the house to take care of her while we are gone.
5 HOURS AND COUNTING
I finally got David to decide what carry on he was taking, so I could pack my backpack. He needed to figure out what camera equipment he was bringing. I already knew what I was bringing. Once I got him moving it didn’t take long. You would think after he thought we missed our flight he would be in a hurry to pack. We got are pills in our sorter and packed the rest of them. All I need now is to put my laptop and tablet in my backpack tomorrow. Oh yea, the hair brushes will have to go in tomorrow too.
TWENTY HOURS AND COUNTING!
After church we stopped at Midnight Sun Brewery for lunch and our last pre-trip Juju, Panty Peeler Beer and orange juice, so good. We said bye to our two friends Judie and Kim, then headed home. We change clothes and David sits on the couch. I told him I was taking Dusty grocery shopping. He is like fine I will probably be asleep when you get back. Dusty and I get home from shopping and sure enough David is sleeping. Dusty and I go do some things we had to do around the house. I get my stuff done and just before I seat down David wakes. He grabs is phone out of his pocket, then he says, “It’s 4:38”. I reply, “yea why”. He then says, “Our flight was for 3:20”. To which I reply, “Yea, tomorrow”. To his relief we didn’t miss the flight.
ONE DAY TO GO, JUST OVER 22 HOURS!
There has been quite the discussion about David’s green short shorts. I don’t think he should wear them because he has such long, skinny, white legs. He doesn’t see a problem with them. I do have to say that he put them on before he got into bed and I was already in bed. He brought me the camera and as he is standing in front of our mirrored doors on our closet I am getting ready to take the picture. He says, “Honey, you know when you take this picture you will be in the background naked.” “Oh, shit!” I said as I looked in the mirror and see my nakedness. I made him move then because I didn’t want to scare everyone. Some friends said we should have a vote. I am going to post two photos with him in his shorts and I want all of you to vote yes or no. Then we can see if he gets to take them. You have to do this fast because the suitcases are closing tomorrow.
Thanks for the help!
TWO DAYS AND COUNTING
I don’t know how many of you have kids out there but I have five, 3 boys and 2 girls. They age from 44 to 35 this year. You know we all love our kids no matter what stupid things they do. Of course, I have to remember the dumb things I did when I was young and survived. The boys as they grew older slowly got their head out of there; oh what would you call it, Oh yea ASS! Anyway so my youngest finally got his head out and just got out 6 months of rehab. We are all very proud of him for this. So he has decided that he should not drive until he gets his license back. I guess he decided seven years without was probably enough because those driving without a license fines and jail time was not fun. So we were helping him get a truck today so he can get his interlock in it and then he can get his license. Anyway he finds a $800 truck he wants. We take him over to look at it and he buys it. I am thinking great we can get everything done before we leave on Monday. I call about getting the interlock put in and am told that because it is almost closing time and a holiday weekend they won’t be open again until Tuesday. Then we found out that he has to take the driving part again in his truck with the interlock in because it has been so long. Which means he is going to have to fix the passenger seat because the back of it is in the back seat. The truck needed an alternator, so we took him to pick that up. We go back to the truck and he puts it in. We jump it and of course, it is empty. Off to the gas station with David, my husband, driving and me following. We gas up and get onto Diamond, a main street in Anchorage, Alaska, at rush hour. What happens then you ask? It dies at a stop light. I have to pull up next to them, so they can try to jump it. I now have blocked the turn lane and have now pissed off tons of people because they can’t get a round us. So the guys decide we will pull it with out Subaru Outback. All we have is some nylon rope that they have doubled and got us tied together. As we start off the rope breaks. They fix it and we get pulled into the nearest parking lot. After tightening up connections and charging the battery the guys get it running. We are off again home. Oh yea, I forgot to mention that the guy that had the truck had a ton too much oil in it, so it is smoking to high heaven. So we have smoke going everywhere and then this guy in a convertible goes zooming past us. I am thinking I bet you are trying to get out of the smoke. I remember driving down some Interstate one time and saw signs that said don’t drive into the smoke. I could never figure out what that sign meant but now I am wondering if it has something to do with this. Anyway, the truck is home. My son then says I think things are starting to go my way!
THREE DAYS AND COUNTING
My wings are flapping and I am running around without a head. It is getting down to the nitty-gritty. I looked at my email and had an email for the Church Palace where we are staying while in Rome. It said your credit card would not let us run 100 euros on it. In other words your were declined you dummy. Great way to start a good relationship with the people. I was planning on writing and article about the hotel. We are going to be there a night before everyone else and I am supposed to get a private tour of the place for an article. Hope they still do it. Of course, by the time I got the email they were closed. I sent them the info for a card and luckily, they are open tomorrow. I booked it back in November, so no telling if I even have the card still. I thought they had taken it out then. Oh well, no use to panic it will all work out in the end.
3 DAYS AND COUNTING
My story about Potter Marsh is going to be published next month on travelpostmonthly.com I am excited to see it in actual print or I guess I would say digital. This is a start to my new career and life. Now if I can start making enough money that David can stop driving school bus it would be great. Talking about that if you are interested in buy any of our photos you can find them here:
Well this afternoon I will start gathering things for David’s suitcase and hiding his green short shorts. I will let him have a choice in some things, like I looked at his swim trunks. I picked through all 4 and narrowed it down for him to 2 that he wouldn’t look like a nerd. So he does have choices.
Five Days to Go!
I got the suitcases out about a week ago, so today I started. It isn’t like I normal pack because I need nice clothes for going into the churches that the Anchorage Concert Chorus will be singing in.
Anyway I was washing clothes and putting the ones I was taking in the suitcase. I think I have got mine done now. I will just have to add a few last minute things. I will have to help my husband pack because you know how men are. He has these short green shorts that look so funny on him with his long, white legs hanging out. I have to make sure he doesn’t take those. He has a few other pieces of clothing that I have to make sure doesn’t sneak into his suitcase.
I got us checked into our flights on Easy Jet to London and Scotland. Printed off our boarding passes, hotel reservations, car rentals, and apartment reservation in Iceland. The count down is starting now.
Six Days And Counting