We've journeyed
And now we are home. Moab's ears and me are the only ones awake and I think it'll be down to just the ears pretty shortly.
We've journeyed. We've walked and run, we've jumped and hopped and skipped, we've square-danced in Pennsylvania and mermaid-danced in pools all over the place, we've even been taught how to curtsey by Disney Princesses. We've been in 4 cars, 7 buses (single and double decker), 10 planes of vastly varying sizes, several subway trains, 3 hansom cabs, a canoe, and a zillion different Disney rides.
And now we are home.
Last night our plane was delayed because one of the passengers didn't turn up, apparently she was arrested for being drunk and disorderly in the LAX terminal! So then her luggage had to be found, dug out and got off the plane in case it missed her so much it exploded.
This morning we left one of our four checked-in bags on the carousel (by the way, those big merry-go-rounds with the plastic ponies that go up and down are called carousels in the States) when we rushed through Bio-security and all the way to the Domestic Terminal at Auckland airport to almost make our connection but Hazel and Sean had to run all the way back for it. We made it onto the next flight and got to Wellington only 45 minutes late, and I'd even managed to phone Anne, who met us at the airport.
We were away 28 days and we crossed and recrossed an ocean and a continent and 45 minutes was the latest we were for anything.
And now we are home.
We've journeyed. We've walked and run, we've jumped and hopped and skipped, we've square-danced in Pennsylvania and mermaid-danced in pools all over the place, we've even been taught how to curtsey by Disney Princesses. We've been in 4 cars, 7 buses (single and double decker), 10 planes of vastly varying sizes, several subway trains, 3 hansom cabs, a canoe, and a zillion different Disney rides.
And now we are home.
Last night our plane was delayed because one of the passengers didn't turn up, apparently she was arrested for being drunk and disorderly in the LAX terminal! So then her luggage had to be found, dug out and got off the plane in case it missed her so much it exploded.
This morning we left one of our four checked-in bags on the carousel (by the way, those big merry-go-rounds with the plastic ponies that go up and down are called carousels in the States) when we rushed through Bio-security and all the way to the Domestic Terminal at Auckland airport to almost make our connection but Hazel and Sean had to run all the way back for it. We made it onto the next flight and got to Wellington only 45 minutes late, and I'd even managed to phone Anne, who met us at the airport.
We were away 28 days and we crossed and recrossed an ocean and a continent and 45 minutes was the latest we were for anything.
And now we are home.
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posted by Susan Harper at
7:57 PM
8 Comments:
Good to have you back. Doesn't seem like 28 days though...
28 days later...
Does this mean you're all angry zombie-like creatures now?
walskhee - potent Polish liquor, made from turnips, of an eye-wateringly purple/green hue and highly likely to make the ears bleed if one drinks too much (ie, any at all).
alan: thank you (the last 24 hours of travel alone seemed like 28 days to me, although I must say, that's not the kids' fault, they were surprisingly lovely travel companions).
house monkey: why, yes. Dbamq dbamq dbamq go my finger bones against the keys.
Hi Susan,
Glad you're back.
Happy backness.
Did you go to the tiki hut thingy in disneyland that explains how Maui is a hawaiian sun god from australia?
that one cracked me up.
Let it be noted that particularly observant readers have noticed that this is is the only post whose subject doesn't have a full stop or other equivalent sentence ending punctuation at the end. I presume this is a symptom of jetlag.
Ruth: It's because the first word of the first paragraph is "And".
Nice to know you care.
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