Off She Goes

On Mon­day, Pam and I drove down to Seat­tle, where we stayed at the Rad­di­son hotel, by the entrance to the air­port. She slept well, despite more than the usual amount of ‘travel but­ter­flies’. Given that she was headed to Antarc­tica, I can imag­ine why there might be some of those.

We said our good-byes Tues­day morn­ing by the air­port load­ing zone (as shown above). I didn’t hear from her dur­ing her lay­over in Los Ange­les, but got an email on Wednes­day morn­ing from her that explained why:

“I was quite ner­vous at that point, in LAX. The Seat­tle leg was a lit­tle delayed but the dis­tance between domes­tic and inter­na­tional ter­mi­nals was unmarked. I didn’t know how far away it was. The air­port is being reno’d and you had to walk out­side to get to the Int’l ter­mi­nal. How odd for a city that only drives.”

The next pho­tos she put on Flickr are of her hotel in San­ti­ago, Chile. It cer­tainly looks lux­u­ri­ous, and I think it would make a nice des­ti­na­tion in and of itself.