It’s Tuesday morning. You might think I’d be home from San Francisco by now.
But you would be wrong.
I’m supposed to be home, but a bizarre set of airport delays straight out of The Twilight Zone grounded us for another night. Sleeping on the floor at our gate was a very real possibility for a while. Finally, the airline agreed to put us in a hotel, thanks in large part to Melanie‘s willingness to use The Look. (And, may I say, hooray for Southwest for doing the right thing, although–and you might want to step back so I can yell this–PERHAPS AN EVEN BETTER SOLUTION WOULD BE TO AVOID TWO-AND-A-HALF-HOUR BAGGAGE-CHECK LINES IN THE FIRST PLACE.)
There. I feel better. (Actually, as long as I’m shouting, may I send a GIANT SHOUT OF PROFOUND GRATEFULNESS TO MY MOTHER, WHO IS RESCUING US FROM THE CHILDCARE EMERGENCY.)
Now I’m done.
This morning, at the crack o’ dawn, we woke up and headed back to the aiport for another go at this deal, and mercifully, we made it out. (Although, interestingly, it has turned out that plane crashes and earthquakes have not been my enemies on this trip–it turns out I should have been fearing menacing, plan-altering FOG). I’m writing now from the Phoenix airport, where we will be spending many hours today happily enjoying the (free! free! everybody cheer for Phoenix!) internet access.
Since I have so much time to kill, I thought I’d upload a few of my photos from yesterday.
Here are several of the now empty shampoo bottles from our hotel. I am not kidding, no matter what kind of souvenir I bought for my daughter, this will be the thing she is the most excited I brought home. Her little collection of random plastic containers is surely taking over our house:
We did a little window shopping. This colorful display came from a little shop that sells only Swiss chocolates. I’m thinking that might be a very fine place to work:
Look at these pretty little soaps:
The entrance to Chinatown:
I think this was the most colorful place I’ve ever been in my life:
A kite store, which is what my children would’ve wanted as a souvenir from Chinatown, although instead they’re getting chopsticks, because I am a big spender like that:
Signing out for now, with sincere hopes that this evening will find me cuddled on my couch at home with my peeps.