Denver Airport 20060131
I have just spent a frustrating half hour trying to get connected to the internet. Here at the Denver airport, there is no free access, however there is a server that you can sign up with. A helpful traveler told me I could purchase just an hour, or a day. However, when I tried to register, they insisted I submit my “state” and that my credit card had to match my state. Also, even though the had a zip/postal code field, it said my “zip” code was not valid. Well, they had a toll free help line, so I called it. After waiting on hold for 10 minutes, and being automatically thanked several times for my patience, and automatically apologized to several times for the delay, I gave up. So that is Denver airport. You can only get on line here if you live in the US. Otherwise, it's a nice airport. It's calm.
It just got dark here. I wish I had thought to get Dana's phone # before I left. She will be forever known to her Nanaimo friends as Dana-from-Denver. I would try to reach her by e-mail ...
So I have a couple of hours to kill here. I had planned to spend this time on my class work for my on line course on magazine writing. Teacher, I couldn't get on line, and then my dog ate it.
In Vancouver, I had just enough time to get from the arrival port to me departure lounge in perfect time to board. I don't have to worry about getting my walk in today; it must have been a good half mile trek. Why can't I learn to pack? I know I pack heavy; This will probably never change. The need to provide for every possible emergency and discomfort is hard-wired into my DNA. You have to take what you need for the flight, and you have to take what you need in case they loose your luggage. So, I have it figured out, now. I need a roller bag for the lost luggage scenario (I have one even. It is currently safely tucked away in my storage locker.) And a purse for the flight necessities. I should write a book about this so I remember next time I travel, how much everything weighs. The problem, aside from the DNA thing, is that I don't travel frequently enough to remember between trips. Luckily ibuprofen is very light.
I loved going through American customs. Even though technically you are still on Canadian ground, in reality, you are in the US. All the officers are American. They are confident and have accents. I love being in a different country. The flight from Vancouver was just a little bumpy. I had a middle seat, but thankfully, both my neighbours were slim, and nobody had too much gas or any BO. So I would have to say it was a good flight. I have a window seat on the next flight, which is great because I will see all the twinkling lights of the communities below.
It just got dark here. I wish I had thought to get Dana's phone # before I left. She will be forever known to her Nanaimo friends as Dana-from-Denver. I would try to reach her by e-mail ...
So I have a couple of hours to kill here. I had planned to spend this time on my class work for my on line course on magazine writing. Teacher, I couldn't get on line, and then my dog ate it.
In Vancouver, I had just enough time to get from the arrival port to me departure lounge in perfect time to board. I don't have to worry about getting my walk in today; it must have been a good half mile trek. Why can't I learn to pack? I know I pack heavy; This will probably never change. The need to provide for every possible emergency and discomfort is hard-wired into my DNA. You have to take what you need for the flight, and you have to take what you need in case they loose your luggage. So, I have it figured out, now. I need a roller bag for the lost luggage scenario (I have one even. It is currently safely tucked away in my storage locker.) And a purse for the flight necessities. I should write a book about this so I remember next time I travel, how much everything weighs. The problem, aside from the DNA thing, is that I don't travel frequently enough to remember between trips. Luckily ibuprofen is very light.
I loved going through American customs. Even though technically you are still on Canadian ground, in reality, you are in the US. All the officers are American. They are confident and have accents. I love being in a different country. The flight from Vancouver was just a little bumpy. I had a middle seat, but thankfully, both my neighbours were slim, and nobody had too much gas or any BO. So I would have to say it was a good flight. I have a window seat on the next flight, which is great because I will see all the twinkling lights of the communities below.
posted by Jacquie Wareham Life Coach at 8:48 a.m.
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