Home again, home again- 11 hours in the air

Trip Start Feb 19, 2010
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Trip End Mar 08, 2010


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Monday, March 8, 2010

Alan picks us up about 9:30 the next morning for our trip to the airport. Somehow, we've gotten nearly 3 weeks of shopping gathered together for the trip home.

It's a quiet trip to the airport and we quickly get our boarding passes and through passport control.  A couple hours to kill at an airport- something we've gotten good at. I take advantage of free wifi while J checks out the shops- of course, there's a mall at the airport.

It's a packed flight home- 11 hours- no room to get comfy back in steerage. A seemingly never ending stream of movies and food. We arrive about 8:30 am, groggy and cranky, to a very cool but sunny SFO. Standing at the luggage carousel, I'm surprised to feel something on my leg and look down to see a little uniformed beagle- an officer of the US Dept of Agriculture. He's sniffed me out. His (or her?) keeper helps dig through my backpack to find an orange- or the fuzzy remains of one. How long have I had it? I vaguely recall- it might have been from our room in Hue- a bowl of fruit on the desk? Got me!

So, after an extra round of inspections, I'm finally out the door. I follow the signs to BART- I'm going to give the airport connection a try. I've brought along a ticket- sitting in my wallet all these weeks- luckily, without getting fuzzy- loaded up and ready to go. The train arrives after only 5-10 minutes. It's a nice ride. I get off to change trains at Embarcadero- a familiar station from my every-day commute. A Fremont train comes along after a short wait. It feels somewhat the same and yet so very different to be making taking this ride during a late Monday morning with luggage. When I exit at Bay Fair Station, I'm pleased to see taxis waiting. The Indian driver asks me the usual questions about where I've been. We share horror stories about the long flights- he flew home to India once from Chicago- 15 hours. I'm home by 11:30 am. After unpacking and a shower, I find I'm too tired to get groceries- or do anything else. My body clock is still on Asia time and I'm heading back to work in the morning. Rats! I take a nap and dream about my next trip.
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Molly Preston on

Wendy your photos and commentary are wonderful! I enjoyed the whole trip!
Best to you, I am off for a month in Ireland in June (hiking and gardens) and spent two months in the CA desert this winter (Tom also).
Molly

Annie O on

Hey wendy - the little beagle caught you ! Hee hee ! I tried to bring some funny looking fruit from Thailand - I remember - but they got me before I left Muang thai - The beagle was only doing his duty! Sounds like a glorious trip!! xo annie

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