Monday, July 28, 2008

Hiatus

Well, I took a 2 month hiatus from blogging.  After all the stories about Montreal, I felt like I needed a break.  

So I've waited until today to resume a more regular (hopefully!) blogging schedule.  One of the reasons I felt inspired to resume blogging today is because I have yet another funny/ridiculous traveling story.

I have been on vacation since Friday, July 25th (which, incidentally, was also my birthday), and was scheduled to fly to Asheville, NC, to spend the week with my parents at Lake Junaluska.  Tyler dropped me off at the airport around 1:45pm on Sunday afternoon, and I boarded the plane and was ready to lock in for an uneventful trip.  

Unfortunately, there was a band of storms from Virginia to New Hampshire that was blocking all of the departure routes out of Logan.  After 5 hours of sitting in the airport - that's right, 5 hours...feels like Christmas all over again! - I finally decided to get my flight rescheduled for Monday.  

Over the course of my 5-hour visit to Logan, I was able to meet some interesting folks.  I found myself in conversation, first, with a guy that must travel for a living, because he was telling me about other flights he had been on this summer that had been delayed due to weather.  I also overheard these high-school girls talking to different guys on the phone, and laughed a lot at the things they were saying.  The most interesting conversation I had, though, was with a guy and his son from Bristol, Tennessee, who had flown up for not one, but two Red Sox/Yankees games.  There were two things that made this conversation the most interesting.  First, the guy had the most southern accent I have heard in Boston in a long time.  Second, he tried to tell me how expensive his tickets were to the games several times.  I sort of just gave him this "DUH" look, and thought to myself, "OF COURSE THEY WERE EXPENSIVE, IT'S RED SOX/YANKEES!"  We hashed over the improvements the Red Sox should make, how much different Fenway is from other stadiums, and some other various and sundry baseball history.  

All in all, it was a fun time, an adventurous experience, and, of course, one more reason why flying from Logan to anywhere, USA, is always, ALWAYS, exciting.