Been there. Done that. Gone.
I did it. I'm done. I won't do it again.
No. Nada. No way. Nope. Not a chance.
My most recent check on the 'ole bucket list was a trip via airplane to Van City. I still can't believe I did it. But I did. I survived. I'm alive.
It was a one tough for me - both physically and emotionally. For the two days before the flight to Vancouver I had nausea, headaches, tremors, sweats.....*breathe*.....upon arrival to the airport I gobbled up one tranquilizer after another then chased those with some Gravol. Two trains, three buses, chipped and bruised my knee/shin falling off the bench on the bus, sprained my foot tripping on an acorn, ripped part of my toe nail going up the stairs and then all over again on the way home. It was silly. There were tears, hyperventilation, pleas to let me just cause a huge scene so the plane would have to make an emergency landing. --Why do they have to display over the TV how high in the air you are and how fast you're going. Not interested. It didn't help that our pilot for the flight home just graduated from Harv's Air and *gasp* a female.-- It took me two entire days to sober up. I felt, looked, walked and talked like I just survived the eye of the storm.
It was a one tough for me - both physically and emotionally. For the two days before the flight to Vancouver I had nausea, headaches, tremors, sweats.....*breathe*.....upon arrival to the airport I gobbled up one tranquilizer after another then chased those with some Gravol. Two trains, three buses, chipped and bruised my knee/shin falling off the bench on the bus, sprained my foot tripping on an acorn, ripped part of my toe nail going up the stairs and then all over again on the way home. It was silly. There were tears, hyperventilation, pleas to let me just cause a huge scene so the plane would have to make an emergency landing. --Why do they have to display over the TV how high in the air you are and how fast you're going. Not interested. It didn't help that our pilot for the flight home just graduated from Harv's Air and *gasp* a female.-- It took me two entire days to sober up. I felt, looked, walked and talked like I just survived the eye of the storm.
Was it worth it? Absolutely! The whole reason for the trip was to surprise my sister and brother-in-law and to meet my beautiful niece. And that she is. Perfect. A most perfect gift from God. I still can't believe how lucky I am to have met her. I didn't want to let go of her. In fact I desperately wanted to sneak her 10 fingers and 10 toes into my back pack and take her home! I miss her. I miss snuggling with her, smelling her, hearing her breathe when she slept in my arms. It breaks my heart to think a year may go by before I get to see her again. :(
And what a bonus Van City is. I wasn't expecting to fall in love with how amazingly beautiful and majestic Vancouver is. I loved being nestled in amongst the safety of the mountains. I wish I could've bottled the scent of aromatic wet cedar that filled the air. And Gas Town rocked. Totally my kind of place. We enjoyed it all with clear and sunny days. An anomaly I'm told for November.
My b & s.i.l. are amazing hosts. We stayed in a suite above their detached garage, completely private with every amenity you could imagine. We enjoyed coffee every morning, looking out at the mountains and I took a bath in the ginormous soaker tub every night - one day twice - I snuck one in without telling anybody. In itself, it was a holiday.
I flew. In an airplane. Oh em gee!
I flew. In an airplane. Oh em gee!
Will I do it again? No!
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