I wake a few times in the night, probably extra restless because I know it’s a travel day. Strange sounds, a dripping that at first I think must be in my bathroom but when I come awake I know it’s the rain.
It is quite the rain.
I forego the eggs at breakfast – I can’t see being sick beside the road on a good day, much less in a rainstorm – but the rest is a sliced apple and granola with mascarpone, sliced roast tomatoes, toasted rosemary bread, and sausage patties.
Oh my goodness. So good.
I leave early knowing that it’s a three hour drive to the airport but with weather it could be longer. And if it’s not, maybe I could catch an earlier flight?
By the time I reach the airport, and through the once again interminable car rental return, and the slight delay through security, the weather is clearer both here and at home. This is promising. I still look into an earlier flight because it’s hours until the next (and last) flight…
I miss being able to get an earlier flight by minutes.
My flight is delayed 2 hours.
Still, to make it home at all is a gift. No mad scramble for bus or train options (already investigated preemptively), no rush for a rental car and a 10-12 overnight drive. Smooth landings small pickup related mishaps quickly resolved.
Home. Home, after a wonderful adventure, is an exceptionally awesome thing.