I hate flying. I hate planes, I hate airports, I hate flying. I hate the smell of jet fuel, I hate the germy recycled air in planes, I hate the baggage check. And did I mention I hate flying?
I had to fly, however, to get to San Antonio to see my family. I'm here for a whole week!, basking in the well-above-freezing temperatures, so I thought I'd bring you along. You can see accompanying SA posts on my other blog as well.
Here's a view from waaaay up high:My God, how I hate flying. Somehow, however, I made it through from State College to Detroit, and then Detroit to SA. Ugh. I had to keep telling myself "it's only four flights. Four parts. Two today, and then a whole week before you have to do it again. And you'll see your family!" That, plus two bourbon-and-cokes and a margarita, helped pass the time.
The airport in SA has some crazy stuff:
This tunnel had jungle-y music piped into it, and the walls lit up and pulsed in different colors. I think it was "art."
Here's an idea of what Central Texas looks like as you drive from town to town:
Scenic, no? Honestly, there are prettier parts, but these were taken on I35 between San Antonio and Austin.
Later today, there's some shopping and birding and goofing off to be done. I'll be posting from time to time, and I'll also try to make the rounds and visit you guys. That whole no-blogging-from-work thing really sucks; I miss you all so badly!
Have a good week, wherever you are, and greetings from my native state!