Prologue

Michael asks me to write a travelogue any time that we go somewhere. So here is my view of our trip.

As usual, when taking a trip with Michael, I start off being exhausted, only to participate in the drama that is modern plane travel. We flew out of NW Arkansas on Thursday afternoon to arrive in Atlanta. Our first learning experience involved our flight out of NW Arkansas. The document tube that we carried our navigational map of the BVI was confiscated by the flight attendant as we attempted to board the plane. The explanation for the act was not that it was too big to fit into the overhead compartments or that space was at a premium or that they just didn’t want it in the plane: No! we were told that it had to be checked in order to appropriately balance the weight of the luggage on the plane. Who knew that a 6 ounce map in a 10 ounce black plastic tube was that critical to our air safety? It however afforded us with much mirth and speculation for the rest of the trip on the importance of the map and tube, especially since it was the lightest thing we carried all week.

Parts of the Atlanta terminal are now beginning to seem somewhat familiar since we have exchanged planes there a number of times. Who knew that there was a specific place outside the terminal to wait for transportation to local hotels? We found it after hauling our luggage around and about. Starved, tired and hungry, we arrived at the Drury and headed nearby to snag some eats at the TGI Fridays. After achieving full bellies, we were able to rest for the night with muted anticipation; it is tough to realize you have traveled half a continent from home and that you still have another day of travel ahead of you. It did give me a brief rest and made the rest of the trip easier.

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