Three weeks of seemingly non-stop home improvement work and wrapping up the logistics both of renting my house and moving overseas culminated nicely. One last night ride on the Greenbelt (I had my ass handed to me), one last San Marino party (Live Oak keg + moonbounce slip 'n slide = Slip Cup), many last meals and visits with friends ending with great hugs and "goodbyes" (or in my case, "Come visit!" instead of goodbye).
After the mayhem of leaving Austin was over, it was time to tie up loose ends around Grapevine. Figuring out exactly how much stuff I could take and what exactly I would need (I overpacked, as usual) and finding places to store things I just couldn't get rid of around my parents house (a few bicycles, nostalgic pictures and card/notes from old friends, and other knick knacks such as my collection of indigenous artwork from the various places I've traveled).
One final road ride with old friends in Grapevine, one of whom recently started riding and I had never before ridden with, and then Izabella was packed up and prepped for travel. I let my friends know how excited I was that they ride now, so that I can share my world with them. Oh, and we might have shared some whisky. That was delicious.
And then, it was time to go. Running on two hours of sleep, I spent nearly an hour at the check-in counter before I went through security. First, there was not enough time (right around an hour) between connecting flights in Tokyo for them to transfer the bags to my flight to Taipei, and then came the task of figuring out excess/oversized baggage for my 2 checked bags and bike.
All in all, Maritza was incredibly helpful. I was her first customer (patron?) of the morning, still sipping on her coffee as she stepped over the conveyor belt to her desk and called me up. She took the necessary time and steps to ensure that my baggage would arrive with me safely and that I was paying minimal fees to do so. Lesson learned from this experience: when traveling (moving?) overseas, the one thing you absolutely cannot forget to bring with you is patience.
By the time I made it through security, I had time to go to check in at the gate (still room on first class, score!) and use the restroom before it was time to board. Sitting down in my leather seat with 3 windows all to myself(!) and a leather ottoman, a female flight attendant came by gave me a menu (wtf?), a pair of Bose noise canceling headphones (uh, yes please!), and a complimentary copy of the New York Times. By this time, I realized about the only thing this had in common with any of my other limited experiences on flights was that I was on an airplane. I suppose I should mention that I was able to fly first class because I am fortunate enough to friends who can get me that privilege as a standby passenger for less than the price of a ticket in coach. Thank you, thank you!
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First Class! |