Living in a John Hughes Film

I am now in Bellingham, Washington.  It’s a beautiful city and I’m really wishing I had brought my digital camera with me.  As it is, I just have a waterproof camera that I’m saving for the kayaking trip so it will be a while until any of my photographs are digitized.  I’m glad I’m here and fully rested after a night of uninterrupted sleep.

Geting here, on the other hand, was an adventure.

Woke up at 5am on Saturday to find out my flight was delayed by three hours.  Luckily, the airline plopped us all onto a bus and took us up to Minneapolis where we caught our flight.  Once in Seattle, I had to take four different trams to get from my arrival gate to my departure gate.  Then it was the short flight to Bellingham  and a shuttle to the campus.

At this moment, I shall digress for a travel tip – If, while sitting in your own seat on the airplane, you also take up a substantial portion of your neighbor’s seat, do everyone a favor and buy a second ticket.  Don’t whine.  Just do it.  It’s the right thing and won’t get you inserted into a novel where you suffer a painful, horrible end.  Thank you.

That being said, I’m looking forward to a few more days here before having to repeat the adventure back.  Here’s hoping it doesn’t become a Frank Marshall film.  Though I could handle an Abrahams and Zucker flick.