For those of you who know me or have had the pleasure of living with me, you likely know that I am not a morning person. I’m not nasty or cranky in the morning, I just need 8,452,001 alarms to wake up, even at a somewhat reasonable hour. Our flight left Philadelphia for Fort Lauderdale at 6:29AM. Yes, AM. Calculate backwards the two hours you need to arrive before departure, 15-30 minutes to drop our car at one of the long-term parking lots out in Essington, plus a shuttle ride to the departures area. Another 45 minutes to get from my house to the parking lot and 45 minutes or so to get cleaned up, dressed and bags in the car. I had to wake up at basically the same time I would normally go to bed, but it’s vacation and it’s Cuba, so I laid down for two hours max then was up and getting ready to head out the door.
The drive to the airport was quick, as most of the area was still in bed sleeping. Our shuttle had us over to the gates in a matter of minutes and security was a breeze, as per usual, since I have TSA Pre-Check. Having a couple of hours to kill we grabbed some muffins and drinks from a café that was thankfully open, and sat half asleep until it was time to board the plane.
The flight down to Fort Lauderdale was thankfully uneventful, other than my feeling a bit nauseous, which is not uncommon for me when I only get a couple hours of sleep and don’t have much food in my stomach. It is however very uncommon when flying or anything else involving motion. I have what we jokingly call an Iron Stomach. Years of flying, driving long road trips and sailing, occasionally in rough water, has never once resulted in motion sickness. As you will learn if you read the posts that will follow, this maaaaay have been foreshadowing.