Well I sure did catch the Celtics fever while in Boston… I also caught something else.. the ‘flu! Which in turn, has bought on a severe dose of tonsilitis that resulted in me seeing hardly anything of the beautiful and sulty Savannah. I guess if I was going to get sick, it happened in the right place, because the Bed and Breakfast Inn was just gorgeous. I felt almost Nancy Drew-like, checking in and being told that breakfast is served in the parlour. Totally charming.
I am now in my final stop in Amarillo after a very sick and sorry day of flying as well as one hissy fit at the check-in counter at Dallas-Fort Worth Airport. The highlight of the day was flying on a Delta aircraft with the grooviest retro vinyl seats. And it wasn’t because they were trying to be cool. It was just that the plane was that old.
Speaking of planes, as a airline food fan who loves sipping the orange juice out of those plastic cups with foil lids, this trip has been very disheartening. At the end of the four weeks I would have flown eleven flights and only three of these would have served meals. Oh the shame of it all!
This is going to be a very low key week in TX, mainly because I want to make sure I am back to at least some form of decent health before I fly home. This is mainly because I don’t want to put my ears through what I put them through yesterday. Blocked sinuses, inflamed tonsils, fever, eight-sneezes-in-a-row while in the departure lounge, and a nose that is running like a tap does not suit air travel. At all.