I had booked my flight from San Antonio to Atlanta to Wilmington early Monday morning so I could be home in time to work. My plan would have been flawless if it weren’t for the snow that shut down Atlanta and Wilmington. Luckily, I had found out early Sunday about my flight cancellation so I was able to call Orbitz and Delta to get things straightened out. The funniest part was I had changed the trip name on my Orbitz account to “Messin’ with Texas Tour” and when I spoke with the heavily-accented Orbitz operator, who obviously was not a native English speaker, who asked, “Is this regarding your “Messin’ with Texas Tour?” I could barely respond “Yes” to keep from laughing so hard.
After a lot of silence on the other end, the kind gentleman at Delta and I figured out a plan. I would fly from San Antonio to JFK in New York City to Richmond, Virginia. Crazy? I’ll explain.
I have a college friend who I haven’t seen in ages who lives in Richmond, a decent 5 hour haul from Wilmington. I figured since Wilmington was probably going to be shut down for 2 days for the blizzard (< 10″), I’d just rent a car and drive down the next day from Richmond. I was all about the adventure.
I hugged Miranda good-bye, got out of San Antonio on time and landed at JFK, an airport I had never been to before. I got twisted up in my itty bitty terminal and ended up walking out of the secure area in search of my non-existent gate. Bugger. I’d have to go through security again. While I’ve traveled many cities in Europe, I’ve never been to New York, and as soon as the wanderlust started, I realized it was January, I was in New York, and my “coat” was a knit zip-up sweater. Brrrr. So I went through security AGAIN and figured out that gate 23 split into several different avenues (hence why there was no terminal H).
I stumbled upon a French bistro for lunch and had a crepe with Nutella. I am currently battling an addiction to Nutella (especially after I came home and found a recipe for crepes), and oh my goodness it was heaven. I got on the plane, tried to sleep, but the lady next to me was too close for me to slump in my seat and it made for a very uncomfortable nap.
I landed in Richmond and was picked up by my friend J. We went back to her house and played a board game, ate a lovely dinner prepared by her boyfriend with steak and potatoes, and played some Kinect for the 1st time (that game is awesome!).
The next morning J made breakfast with real bacon and sausage and drove me to the airport. I rented a Toyota Yaris (not a fun car to drive) and it ended up costing more than I thought it would, but it was so worth it. I plugged in my iPod and headed for the sunnier skies of Wilmington.
The roads weren’t too bad – just wet – and as a former Illinoisan, I am quite comfortable in snow. Unfortunately the car rental companies do not have any manual transmissions, so I was forced to take an automatic, something I don’t like to drive in bad weather conditions. Well, it was one of those maze-like gear shifters and I noticed how hard the engine was running. I didn’t have a tachometer or any other informative gauges, so I figured it was just the way the car sounded, having never driven one before. I was about an hour down I-95 when I realized I was in 3rd gear. Oops. Shoved her into “drive” and all of a sudden it was a lot quieter and ran better. I’m such an idiot!
I made it into Wilmington early afternoon, sort of sad that my adventure had come to an end. I grabbed sushi at Nikki’s and all was right in my world.
I’m ready for my next adventure!