On the road and into the air...

I've been getting ready to go to Paris for a year now.


 Advice I thought I took: Exercise, exercise, walk, walk.


Nobody told me I'd have to schlep my bag up 50 stairs at the Seattle Airport. I traveled light, but not light enough! 13 pounds in one hand and 29 pounds in the other gave me more than a work out.  Looks of dismay from fellow travelers reminded me I must have been saying all the four letter words I practiced as I exercised over the last year. Oh, did I mention I don't much care for exercising unless it's holding a fork and bending my elbow.


Seattle Airport has secret signage for directions to the International terminal. Finally I was rescued by a nice young woman who knew how to do it. She smiled as she heard me mutter something about mothers. She laughed and asked if I needed help. Such a sweet ol thing I am... 


I was anticipating my seat coo (sp). I logged in to Icelandair precisely 36 hours before departure and managed to capture the exit aisle seat by the door. A much coveted seat! I should have been leery when there was NO good review of that airline. When I boarded the plane I found my 'coveted' seat was wrongly advertised and it was behind the row reserved for economy comfort flyers with the exit aisle seat. Not only that but there was a curtain between classes that blew in my face throughout the trip. I finally grabbed the curtain and jammed it between the luxury seat in front of me. Satisfaction comes in very small things. I did have two lovely seatmates who had also upgraded themselves into misery. 


More later...