It was 4 am on a Sunday morning, and I found myself at Logan Airport in Boston. (Yes, I woke up at 2:15 am to get there for that time. I’m still exhausted thinking about it).
Anyway, if you’ve never flown out of or into Boston before, I shall spare you the description of what makes up the craziness there for fear that you will never want to. 😉
Yes, I love Boston.
But Logan Airport? Well, let’s just say that I’ve been known to travel miles further to other airports just to avoid this one. Don’t get me wrong. It’s clean, and beautiful, and runs just as well as any other airport I’ve ever been to. There are just so many tunnels and exits and gates that you have to watch out for. And at 4 am in the morning, is one’s brain really even functioning yet?
Hmmm, maybe some people are so lucky, but I was still in sleep mode.
So I’ll admit that I was a tad bit nervous that this is where I had to be in order to catch my flight, especially since I was traveling alone. Somehow, being lost isn’t quite so scary when you have someone to freak out with.
But with the help of my trusty GPS and only wrong turn made, I made it to the Logan economy parking lot and was soon waiting to catch my early flight.
The destination for my business trip? PORTLAND, OREGON!!! 🙂
After a two-hour flight, I had a lay-over in Phoenix and got to catch scenery like this…
The red mountains and flat desert were unlike anything I’ve ever seen before, so I was completely mesmerized and sat with my face glued to the airplane window until we were above the clouds.
Yeah, I wasn’t in New England anymore.
The flight from Phoenix was five additional hours, so I managed to finish another book. And then I was there…
Hi, Portland, it’s me, Nicole.
Where’s the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home?