Well, here we are, in the Edmonton International Airport. The first order of business is to check in. United Airlines charges $25 to check baggage, so my Mom and I are sharing a suitcase, but of course I am bringing two carry-ons to bring back the loot I will buy in California.
Security was quite the experience. I forgot to take my laptop out of its case and take off my watch, so of course off went the metal detector. The security guard told me I've been randomly chosen to be a participant in either a pat-down by a female security officer (wanna-be police officer) or a body scan. Of course I chose the pat-down. I don't want to expose myself to unnecessary radiation. It wasn't a big deal; it was a woman afterall. What I've got, she's got too, but I can see some people getting offended.
Mom breezed through security without incident. She doesn't have complications, like a laptop, to slow her down.
Oh, look, there's a Starbucks. I think I should go and get a Cinnamon Dolce Latte, don't you? On second thought, let's go for a Caramel Macchiato. Mmmmmm! I prefer the independent coffee shops to Starbucks or Second Cup, but you have to deal with the cards that you're dealt.
Hey, our flight is supposed to have already boarded. There's only 15 minutes left to take-off. Are we at the wrong gate? Panic is beginning to set in. Nope, we're in the right place. What's up? Alas, the flight has been delayed by 45 minutes. I guess I'll go over to that book store and read up on the Royal couple. I don't think I'll be watching the Royal Wedding, but I'm sure I'll see lots of it on the news. I just want to see the procession, the moment Kate steps out of the Rolls Royce for everyone to see, the walk down the aisle and the expression on Prince William's face when he sees her for the first time in her wedding gown. Oh, who am I kidding... I want to see it all; that's why I have programmed the PVR to record the wedding on Friday morning. When I get home I can see it all, but I'm sure I'll see it al on the news over the next week.
The lady is now calling passengers to board the plane. More later.
Now, we're on our way to San Francisco where it is a balmy 69 degrees - 20 degrees Celcius for those of you who don't know how to calculate the American version of temperature to the rest-of-the-world version of temperature. I won't pretend to know the conversion, because I had to use the unit converter tool on my phone. Why can't those Americans join the rest of the world and use metric? No matter how you look at it though, it'll be nice to be somewhere warmer than Edmonton where the grass is green.
Right about now I am thinking of all those "Mayday" TV shows I have been watching - a series where investigations occur regarding planes that have crashed. Undoubtedly, not a good thing to think about while sitting in a plane, packed in like sardines. However, I can say I have been somewhat educated about the workings of planes.
We've arrived in San Francisco and we promptly went to pick up our rental car. We just wanted to get on our way to Monterey. Oh my GAWD! So many lanes, so much honking, so many places to turn. What do I do? Oh no! We finally got on the right freeway, just purely by luck. The drive to Monterey along Highway 1 was beautiful. When we arrived in Monterey, the first stop was a MacDonald's to ask directions to the hotel. Holy wind! I almost got blown over when I got out of the car. Maaan, I hope it's not like this for the next five days. I'm tired now. Time for bed. I'll keep you posted.
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