Departure

 Departure

Mark and I were very much alike. We were analytical, liked to travel, enjoyed art and statuary, and—oh yes, we both enjoyed the finer things in life. He had been to Europe after high school and now it was my turn.   

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Map of my Fantasy trip

Departure day was finally here. We were finally on our way. Make connection at JFK and wake up in the morning in Athens. Sounds good doesn’t it?

Our intensive planning had not included a problem with the East Coast radar grid and our plane leaving without us.

There was a convention in New York and all hotels were full. I ended up getting a reservation at the Crown Plaza in White Plains. I had never been to White Plains and neither had our cab driver. So here we were on our first day of the trip in a cab driven by a foreigner to a place we’ve never been and we hadn’t even left the country.

Have you ever planned something extensively and then watched it fall apart? It reminds me of the oft-repeated adage, “When you’re up to your neck in alligators, it’s hard to remember that your initial task was to drain the swamp.”

I guess since I retired, I forgot how to drain a swamp.

The next morning we returned to NYC and discovered that you can ride a train from White Plains for $10 instead of the $120 we had paid the cab driver.

We walked around NYC for several hours and returned to the airport. Since all of us had been rebooked the flight was really full and we were jammed into the “cough—cough” smoking section. Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day.

More to come

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