I am a nervous Nellie when I travel on my own to
places I am not familiar with. Now, I
can travel all over Montana with no problems. Really, traveling in my car
anywhere is a breeze. I do skip the big
cities though. But put me on a plane, and my stomach rolls.
Going to Vegas this last month was the first
time I flew on my own in nine years. I
didn’t do well with the Vegas airport. I talked about how I went to the wrong
terminal to get my luggage. But, I
didn’t imagine I would struggle finding my flight to get home.
I arrived at the airport about five hours early. I had chosen a later flight to be able to go
to the last class that morning. I had my
laptop and kindle ready to do a bunch of work while I waited. The Uber dropped
me off. I chatted with the nice lady at
the counter to drop off my luggage. She directed me to security. I knew once I
got through security my butterflies would fly away. Security was quick and painless. I felt good.
I found where my flight was supposed to be in terminal
C. I wondered around and found the gate.
I double checked the board. Southwest.
Are you kidding? I was flying Delta. How did I mess it up again? The butterflies were back. I walked all the
way back to A. Nothing. I saw no signs for Delta or terminal D. I had to ask for directions. Back to C. Uff
da! The stupid sign was off to the right behind a restaurant. Ridiculous.
I found where I need to be with plenty of time. I still can’t believe I got lost twice in one
week in the same airport. It has taught
me a lesson. I need to travel more!!!
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