My time at the lake sounds dreamy, doesn't it? Well, it was, but it certainly did not start that way. Let's just say that after a serious of unfortunate events (the culprit will not be mentioned), Philip and I missed our flight to Boston, which resulted in not making it to the Newport Folk Festival (his birthday gift from May). Considering I had been planning this for months, I was quite upset, but in those frantic moments, you certainly can learn somethings about yourself.
(1) A gin martini really does make the world a little more lovely and well, blurry. Oh, and I'm still a lightweight.
(2) My somewhat frequent trips to the gym have not made me a long distance runner, says the woman huffing and puffing as she ran to catch the plane, passing several gates, hurdling older travelers and dodging wee ones. Oy.
(3) When I remind myself that life is not about the disappointment of missed flights and festivals, but rather it's made of adventures with loved ones. I truly enjoyed my day of airport meals and anticipating stand-by flights. I realized this after I emerged blotchy and red from the bathroom, so the tears helped me get to this point.