It’s 3:30 am and the rooster sings. My alarm clock is a rooster crowing. I think it takes me back to times in my grandpa’s house where often I was awaken by one. I have packed almost all night. Fretted about just about everything. Do I have my passport? Should I take this dress? How much of this and of that will fit? Do I have my passport? My permanent resident card? I am now officially a Spaniard I have the passport to prove it! Will it present problems? I have a European Union passport! Am I going to be okay? More packing. No I don’t need this much. Is the suitcase too heavy? Do I have my passport? Ay!!!
My flight leaves at 7:30 am. Pick up by cab at 4:30 am. Unreasonable times to be awake. So worth it to be able to be London bound. Dean’s flight leaves at 7:00 pm. His is a direct flight. Mine stops in Chicago. Change plane to Berlin. Change plane and airline to London. I arrive a mere two hours before he does.
A cab picks us up. The fare ends up being not the $50 or $60 they estimated but $75 plus tip. Next time we take a car service. We are both groggy.
My first flight is with American Airlines. My next one with AirBerlin. Everything is self check now and I would rename it as all-confusing. What happened to the civilized way of doing this? But we get it all sorted out with help by personnel there for that purpose, and after over more than 40 minutes we are all set. I get Priority Access thanks to my AA frequent flyer status. I like. They say that with Priority Access I can enter the Admirals Club. Don’t believe them. Dean gets a day-pass; I get a smile and “I’m sorry but either you pay or can’t come in.” Then it dawns on me that I have a Klout score of more than 55 which allows me to go in, right? “Yes, mam. Let’s see? ” I show them, way higher… yay! Buuuuut there is no barcode. Huh? Barcode. Yes, please send to your phone. So I try and it doesn’t happen. Sorry mam. Ugh!
So we go to breakfast in the only crappy sit down restaurant/bar in the terminal. Have a lovely conversation with a couple returning from Kuai. Then I head to my gate where Priority Access is once again a good thing and I board first. But before that I say goodbye. We will meet again in a Costa Coffee -ground floor, Terminal 4 in Heathrow. Seems to me that this past year, and even the one before has been a whirlwind of departures and arrivals. Sadness and joy, laced and inevitable interconnected.
And what does all this have to do with Eric Clapton? What awaits us in London is two nights of Eric Clapton at the Royal Albert Hall along with many other adventures which you and I will be taking together. See you in London!