The sun is shining, a cool breeze is blowing, and it’s a beautiful day in Monterey. After taking in the expo, I was left to do nothing but sit pretty and wait. Race day will be here before I know it. In fact, the busses leave at 4:15 am!
Packing, packing, packing…
Airport to Airport
With three gates in operation, the Lincoln airport is by far the smallest airport I’ve ever been to. With this old aro-sport airplane hanging from the ceiling, this airport has A LOT of character.
In contrast, Chicago O’Hare is HUGE with it’s seemingly endless number of terminals. I has to ask for directions to get from where my 1st flight dropped me to where my 2nd flight would take off. Actually, I asked twice.
Although large in size, O’Hare Airport has a personality of its own. This replica of the Lincoln Memorial was kind of cool to see.
As was this cool globe displayed with flags from around the world on a backdrop of the US flag The row of clocks showing the current time all over the world was neat too.
One thing that really brought a smile to my face was none other that McDonalds. Talk about rolling out the welcome mat. *giggle*
Lovely Lincoln at Sunset
Lincoln, NE does not appear to have a whole lot going on. Of course, I could be wrong. It’s not like I’m out checking out that night life.
Almost as soon as I hit my room, I changed and ventured out on foot — with camera in hand. This would serve two purposes. (1) Run 3 miles, and (2) Photograph the Cornhusker.
Drama-ME
I’m en route to Nebraska. Actually, I’m hanging out at the airport — recovering from my taxi ride — while I wait for the first of two flights to board. I’m not kidding.
Okay, so I don’t make the best of backseat drivers (or riders) but PLEASE tell me why, oh why do taxi drivers need to drive so aggressively? And BUMPily?
*sigh*
You could say that I don’t travel well.
I am one to never fly without Dramamine in hand. I get the chewable formula, just in case there is no water available on the other side of security. Because heaven (and those TSA agents) forbid me to take more than 3 oz of fluid through the security gate. Seriously folks. This is getting really old quick.
Yes, I *am* being a Drama Queen. What else do I have to do while I wait? I sure hope the crowd in Denver is more talkative.
Speaking of Denver…
- Please say your prayers that the skies allow for a smoother than usual decent.
- While you’re at it, please pray that the pilot does not drive like this morning’s taxi driver.
- AND… that the barf-bags in my seat have not been taken or used as someone’s trash bag.