Note to self for future trips: If you have insurance on a flight and the flight is delayed or cancelled for some reason, make sure to get the customer service person to give you something in writing to substantiate your claim.

Also, call the airline first and see if they will give you a refund /before/ filing a claim.

This ride is over.

Yermo is home safe.

No joy on luggabe. It's apparently in the system and ahould be delivered to my house in a couple of days.

Landed at BWI. It was a remarkably smooth landing.

Now the question is, "Did my bag make it?"

Note to self: photos and status updates are
not showing up in the right order on the posts page. It looks like all photos get shown first.

I was surprised that with all that hoofing it, my back hardly hurt at all.

In the air.

Rule #1: Cardio

The distance from gate B19 to C33 at Boston Logan International is a bit of a walk.

My flight arrived late. I hoofed it over to C33, which was marked on the boarding pass and questioning that I checked on Google and both agreed.

I get to C33 with 9 minutes to spare. No one was there. “You need to go back to C24.”

😳

Panting I arrive as the last people are boarding. The clerk chuckles, “You went to C33?”

I’m not sure if they can get my bag transferred in time.

My legs are going to hurt tomorrow.

Just landed at 7:26. There ahould be just enough time to make the connecting flight.

The flight now lands at 7:24PM because of a half hour delay. I'm not sure if my checked bag will make it to the connecting flight or even if I will.

Take off.

We're still waiting to take off. There's a pretry serious wind at ground level. The plane is shaking from it as we wait queued up for take off.

There is quite a downpour here at MIA.

Boarding now ... so far so good.

Finished up at the Irish Pub and decided to chase it with a Starbucks coffee. The barista was singing "By By Miss American Pie, drive my chevy to the levy but the Pike is out."

Then I walked around a bit and climbed a few flights of stairs to get some motion in.

My mind is still occupied with identity and human dynamics.

I'm sitting here sipping a whiskey contemplating movement. My muscles, lower back, and other joints just hurt so there's a low level of pain throughout my carcass even if I don't move, but moving certainly makes it worse at the moment.

With two and a half hours available I'm sure Wayne and Jackie would find something more constructive to do than to just sit.

But as has been the case for so much of this trip I am tired and I burt. But I do remember two days where I was doing exceptionally well. The day after walkjng around Ile Fourchue (sp?) and Tintamare (sp?). It reminds me of something Carrie said. Walking on earthen surfaces hurts so much less than walking of hard surfaces.

There are underlying fears that this lower back pain is a disc or other permanent problem ... but with how it radiates I suspect it's likely muscular. We'll see. If not, it may curtail many of what I hoped to accomplish or at least make it more challenging.

Chronicall ill and broken while adventuring is a ting, mon.

Sitting at the airport Irish pub. 3 hours until my flight.

My lower back is a real problem.

I am through security now. My lower back is quite stiff and in pain. Putting on my shoes was challenging.

Note to self: Double check TSA Pre-check before finishing reservations.

Note to self: Always keep the record locator handy for any American Airlines flights.

Another SNAFU, the AA record oocator isn't showing up for my Jetblue flight operated by American Airlines so in another line I stand.

Oh awesome, I've completely forgotten that nice hotels often offer an airport shuttle.

I haven't had an espresso in quite some time.