After a month in Washington State, I walked in the door of my little bungalow in Indiana at 2:15 AM on Wednesday. The flight(s) home were fraught with two delays--one due to gate problems, and one due to pilot problems because of weather in Orlando. Although I was told to expect HOT weather when I returned, the temps were reasonable. I wore long pants, a sweatshirt with a hoodie over that and was never, ever overheated.
I made it through both airports, with the assistance of wheelchair pushers, with ease. The last concern I had was whether or not there would actually be a taxi available at Indy International at 1:30 AM. There was! The drivers are almost always men of color with accents from other countries. Most are talkative. The one I had on Wednesday was not. I did tell him that I'd been gone a month. I asked him if he had family/children, and he responded that he had one daughter, but that was it.
Funny thing about the cabbies. They are usually not very animated until I pay them. The fare from the airport to my house is $21.15. I always tip the drivers $10. They are happy, and I am happy. These poor immigrant fellows are trying to eke out a living in the US. I'm just the woman to help that at least twice a year!
My next posts will be about my Washington trip. Skip them if you aren't interested, but they sure mean a lot to me!
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