We left Santa Fe this morning at 4 am, the full moon dropping to the horizon as we made our way to Albuquerque.
I spend a lot of time in airports. But this is vacation, so I tried to set up this trip so we weren’t exhausting ourselves just to get there.
It ended up feeling like leisurely hopping, from Albuquerque to Dallas/Fort Worth, to Miami to San Juan. This is a really neat sculpture on the E Concourse at DFW. It makes music while you walk through it.
It feels like found art, except that someone put it there on purpose. It’s an unexpected delight, nonetheless.
We’re spending the night in San Juan. Tomorrow morning we’ll hang by the pool. I’ll get a little writing done. Then we’ll fly to Tortola and take a ferry to Virgin Gorda. I like this wending. With every stop, the weather has warmed and moistened. With each stage, the pace slows and we ratchet down to match.
(For my work cronies – we’re staying at that same Isla Verde Embassy Suites. And the access road is still torn up in exactly the same way. It’s as if time hasn’t passed.)
This evening we had dinner and drinks on the beach. And I got to meet up with Melissa Arroyo, FFP’s conference coordinator this year. She and I had only met online before this, so we had fun talking in person. She’s a real dynamo. Now when we meet at the September conference in New Orleans, we’ll recognize each other.
And son of a gun, this evening? There was that full moon again, rising up through the palm trees, seeing us on our way.
2 Replies to “En Route”
On the one hand, it's lovely that you're using your commute to unwind. On the other hand, it's disturbing that "airports" and "unwind" are swirling in the same thought process without a toilet being involved.
Enjoy your R&R!
So…Runway remains ruined, but drinks are still lovely by the pool after dinner…I think the islanders have their priorities straight.