May, 2016. I need a trip to Mexico. I’ve had several things come to completion, or end within the last year. Hell, within the last seven months. It started with my hospital attaining its Baby Friendly designation in October, 2015. That had been something I had wanted for about 20 years and been working on for the last three years. Two days after that I stepped down as the lactation coordinator, a position I had held for 12 years. I finished the work for my Master’s degree in Health and Wellness just a few weeks ago. I also had a professional article accepted for publication at about the same time. I had re-organized my kitchen, and had a list of organizing projects around the house. But I felt like I needed to do more professionally. I had been tossing around the idea of starting a consulting business, helping hospitals through the process to Baby Friendly designation. I also was thinking about just getting a second job, and had an interview for when I returned.
I had been in a funk for the last few weeks. I decided to book a solo trip to Mexico. If the ocean doesn’t hold the answer, at least it will feed my soul.
Four nights. I am doing carry-on. I can’t get everything in my carry-on bag, and end up putting my toiletries bag in my travel bag. Have I mentioned what an awesome travel bag I have? My shoes have to hold their breath when I zip up the carry-on bag. The goal with the carry-on is that I can lift it up into the overhead compartment. I think it could do three nights, but four is stretching it. But four is what it is, so stretch is what we do.
That night I have a dream about running around in the morning trying to find a larger bag and throwing everything in at the last minute. Gotta love a good nightmare.
My flight leaves from Terminal C, but I always go through security at Terminal A because the lines are shorter. Then I take the train to Terminal C. The TSA lady gives me a hard time because I am standing on tip toes because I am a germaphobe. She asks why I didn’t wear socks. I say because I wore sandals and if I’d worn sock she wouldn’t be able to see the starfish on my toes. Just kidding about that last part. I did get lots of compliments on my new sandals. Lots!
She wants to know if I go barefoot when I go outside. NO! There are germs out there. And, what’s your point anyway?
This photo does not do justice to the sparkly effect of my sandals. But you can see my cute starfish.
I finally get to terminal C. I buy magazines and water and hand sanitizer (don’t laugh) and go to Root Down for breakfast. I start with a Blood Orange Mimosa.
I have a fried egg sandwich. And another Mimosa. There should be pictures here, but I have run into technical problems that are resulting in many f-bombs being dropped. So, I’ll just proceed with the narrative until I can get into the genius bar at Apple, and maybe he/she can tell me where my freakin’ pictures are.
I board and since I fly Southwest, it’s always a mystery where I will sit. This time I get the third row, aisle seat. It is always an aisle seat. I need to keep my eye on the flight attendant. I figure if he/she is bored, or playing Candy Crush, then there is nothing to be concerned about regarding that smell, sound or bump. I will go back to Siberia to get an aisle seat. This time, thankfully, I don’t have to.
Third row, aisle seat. There is a guy in the window seat. Nobody sits in the middle seat. Thankfully, window seat guy is not chatty.
I hear a conversation in the row behind me. The lady, who has a 7 month old, has to pump her breasts, and she has never done it before. You go girl! I tell her that I am a lactation consultant, in case she has any questions. She is probably wishing I was less chatty/nosy.
There are lots of loud conversations, while we wait to take off. We get the safety instructions. My friend, Steve, told me that there is a generation who doesn’t know how lap seatbelts work. I still say my thing. I HAVE to, or bad things will happen. (It’s a seatbelt, just like any other seatbelt, and if you don’t know how to use it, you probably shouldn’t be out in public unattended).
The pilot says, keep your hands and feet inside the aircraft at all times because we’re about to go REALLY FAST.
I can tell, this is going to be an entertaining flight, because, everyone is a comedian.