My lovely wife and I are visiting her family in Orlando, Florida, to attend her grandmother's memorial service. Needless to say, blogging will be light throughout the weekend and for most if not all of Monday, especially as we're connecting via a 33.6 modem on an extremely slow computer (not that I'm complaining; I'm glad to be getting online at all).
The flight was uneventful. In fact, we enjoyed the easiest transfer I've ever experienced in my entire life. Normally when we haved an hour between planes, the flights are all the way across the terminal; sometimes even in different concourses. And the last couple of times, of course, we've been dragging toddlers and their abundant attendant paraphenelia. (M4d props to my lovely wife, who managed the feat all by herself on her recent trip.) This time, thouhg, we get off the flight, take a few steps forward, and I look up from my itinerary asking, "now where's this flight..." -- and there it was. The gates were not 20 yards apart. Better still, there was a little pizza restaurant/bar right next to it, so we were able to enjoy some 'za and a b33r and relax for a while before boarding. It was absolutely the most pleasant transfer ever.