I haven’t posted any pics from our amazing trip yet. I didn’t want to work while we were there, and also my phone completely bit the dust which means my husband has most of the photos.
Also, yesterday, we were supposed to have about 18 hours of travel on 2 flights (Lisbon to London, London to Denver) and on to the beautiful Broadmoor Hotel in Colorado Springs, CO where my husband is playing a show tonight. We were going to arrive around 4:30pm, enjoy a relaxing stroll around the gardens, have an nice dinner, and get re-acclimated to the US timezone…
What actually happened was:
1 Taxi, 2 Busses, 4 Airports, 4 trams, 7 hours worth of 2 delayed flights, 1 missed connection, 3 Security Checkpoints, 1 Bag search, 2 Passport Checks, 1 Passport hiccup and stop, 2 Transfers through customs, 1 lost bag, 1 non-working earphone jack on the 9 hr flight, 1 10 minute sprint through the airport up 2 flights of stairs, 1 airline change, rechecked baggage, 2 airplane meals, 1 rental car and a 1 1/2 hr drive….and 31 HOURS later we arrived. We went from Lisbon, to London, to Chicago, to Denver, to Colorado Springs, all because our first plane was delayed by 4 hours.
Hank took this picture before our last flight and was like “smile babe!” and I’m all “you’ve got to be freaking kidding me”
I have never been so happy to brush my teeth, take a shower, and fall into bed. And can I just applaud The Broadmoor on having the most comfortable bed of all time? Jesus knew what we needed in that moment and it was delivered in the form of a feather mattress topper, a down comforter, soft clean sheets, fluffy pillows, bedside water, a hot shower, nice smelling shampoo, cozy robes, and blackout curtains.
Last night, when we got our rental car in Denver, we were struck with the giggles for a solid 10 minutes. You know, the kind that pop up when you actually want to cry, and when you’ve had no sleep, and your ankles are the size of a baby elephant’s, and the only place open at 2am near the airport is Dunkin Donuts.
I was tempted to feel sorry for our poor little souls, coming back from our perfect vacation, when we pulled up to the exit gate. Inside was the most pleasant man. As he checked our paperwork, Hank noticed a keyboard inside his little booth. Turns out he plays it through the night while he is waiting on customers. He said “it’s the only good part of this job.” We were reminded of how incredible it is that Hank gets to do what he loves for a living. That he gets to play his instrument for his job. It’s not a hobby that he has to fit in during the down times. I was reminded that missed connections and long delays and airplane meals are not problems. They are disruptions to the flow of convenience to which I have become accustomed.
We’ve nothing to complain about. On the plane we were SO excited to receive our packaged, processed, microwaved dinner goodness, since we hadn’t eaten in about 12 hours at that point. I asked the flight attendant if we could have two (she said no so I started scoping out every one else’s trays around us in search of an unopened roll…) And I was struck with the realization that I never feel hungry. Ever. I’ve never felt truly hungry. My father grew up hungry. There are people everywhere who face this as a very real part of their everyday lives. I’ve nothing to complain about.
So anyway, here we are. I’ve no idea what we will do with the rest of our day, but I do know that I am so thankful for the fresh squeezed juice I just had, a cozy bed where I can nap later if I want, money in the bank to buy a coat since mine is in my lost bag in London. We also get to be home with our babies tomorrow. My heart is aching for them.
It was so good for me to miss them. I can’t wait to get back to our normal. I love our normal. It took only 2 weeks away for me to realize what a dream my normal is. Thank you Jesus for this normal you have given me.
live well. be well.