June 23, 2019
Here I go. This is scary but thrilling.
I’ve been planning for 5 years. I packed everything I could think of, and of course I forgot my flipflops!It was hard saying good bye to my Millie and Desi dogs. Millie is I’ll, so I made her promise to be here when I get back. I pray she will. She is my tangible link to my John, and I love her so.Getting on the train to Union Station is surreal. Knowing that I am heading for parts unknown for an extended time gives me pause.Yesterday I got to spend time with my son, his wife and her nephew, and my beautiful granddaughter. That little girl is such a bright shining star in my life. She asked to go with me. I told her when she is 18, I’ll take her with me. I intend to live up to that promise.Being in the International terminal at LAX is a weird enough situation. The bus ride from Union Station was very pleasant. After arriving here, I checked into Iberia Airlines. Because I am bringing my poles, I had to check Mathilda, my backpack. This is something I never do. As I’m sitting here eating my last Panda Express for 50 days, I find that I am uncomfortable without my trusty pack. Is it because she holds some of my John’s cremains? Could very well be. I feel totally naked. Perhaps this is the first step of this journey.
5:20 pmOk, I dont get it. Folks are queuing up like this is Southwest. Why stand in line if you have an assigned seat. Craziness. In 30 minutes, we’ll be in the air. Spain, here I come.
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