It didn’t quite hit me until we got to the airport hotel that my meticulously planned vacation with Maria has officially disintegrated. I was in good spirits after a lovely signing in Corte Madera and a great crowd -650 people – at Pathways Hospice. When we pulled into the airport Hilton and I understood that we would not be strolling the Embarcadero this evening, as I had planned or dining in Chinatown or even setting foot in San Francisco until Monday, if we are lucky, then I did get grumpy, disappointed, even bewildered. I was so sorry this trip just wasn’t going to happen in the way I had planned and plotted all year.
How had this happened, that this city was so stuffed with visitors and events that no one could get in or out?
The hotel is in the middle of nowhere, not even very close to the airport and dinner was sure not Chinatown. Next door is, well, nothing. There are lots of airline people. Okay, nuff whining. I am letting go of this idea of a special gift to Maria, me too. We have some neat signings ahead and interviews. By morning, I will be adjusted to our home for three days. Tonight, I just might pout a bit.