The number of weeks in a year says the flight controller to the captain of Flight CO101, who dutifully rocks up at gate 51 and requires a push back and a more straight forward clue, whilst we sweat through our second delay of the day prior to entering the hub of the universe.... well continental airlines anyhow at Newark.
We had been fighting a head wind all the way. (Why cant people just agree with head winds.... they get such bad press) so we were already twitchy about how many people our reception committee would consist of. the Mazzas have stamina but they like their sleep too.
So our baggage is finally offloaded. Swings and roundabouts how long that takes,and the carousel always wins but we hit the skytrain and eventually force our way on to the fourth one to arrive. You have to enter in to the spirit of things and cosy up quite a bit, but things thin out, and after much discussion at Dollar come away with a car and less insurance than they wanted to sell us.
Sally satnav informs us that Moorestown New Jersey is 3,567 miles away, recalculating goes for a less conservative ETA of just over an hour, having realised we sneaked her over the Atlantic without her spotting it. We will definitely keep her on her toes.
So the welcoming party are there they have left the whole driveway free in a guarded statement about their belief in my driving skill and the whoops and hugs make the previous 24 hours a distant memory. IT IS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN.
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