This is where I slept last night.
As you can see this is neither my bed, nor Scott’s bed, both of which are places I prefer to sleep. This bed is in the Quality Inn and Suites in Charlotte, NC.
Did I mention that I got to enjoy this luxury for about 3 1/2 hours before I had to head to the airport again?
The severe thunderstorms in the Southeast wrecked havoc on my journey home from Florida. My flight from Gainesville was grounded for 1 1/2 hours, which should have been fine, as my layover was nearly three hours long … however the flight took about 2 1/2 hours (though it normally is only an hour). I just barely missed my connecting flight (though by the time we finally found a parking space at the gate I had really missed my flight). So I got rebooked for an early morning flight and found myself a hotel room (with a generous 10% discount from US Air – please note my sarcasm) with free shuttle service to and from the airport.
I think I might have waited about 1 1/2 hours to get on a shuttle to take me to the hotel. I have no idea how many stranded passengers there were last night, but I think ALL of them were trying to get to Quality Inn and Suites. Then there was the 45 minute line to check-in.
By the time I got to the room (around 1:30 am) I looked and felt like this.
Then I scrounged for some food, as all I had eaten all day was a banana and a cobb salad.
This is what I found.
It was not my finest meal.
What an ordeal. I don’t usually have lots of travel delays and the whole thing was exhausting. With the exception of one minor meltdown (shortly after I realized I was missing my connection) that Scott was kind enough to deal with, I tried to stay patient and even-tempered. I mean, there was very little I could do and so many people were in the same boat as I was. I felt especially bad for all of the service people who had to deal with massive crowds of angry, tired and frustrated travelers.
I tried to think of all the good things that happened while I was in Florida this weekend.
Like hanging up my coat and not touching it until I had to leave.
Blue skies and 85 degree weather.
Margaritas on a Saturday afternoon, enjoyed outside on a patio.
Flowers that bloom in the end of February.
Working at my new favorite coffee shop/bar, The Bull.
Pizza and drinks at Satchels.
And spending lots of time in Scott’s screened in porch with Gilderoy, the resident little lizard.
It was a lovely weekend.
Well worth all of the travel hassles.
(But let’s hope the travel gods are smiling down on me today).