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A displaced Jersey girl who adjusted to life in Kentucky just in time to head back home.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Travel adventures

The husband and I went off to Cincinnati, Ohio this weekend for an aikido seminar. Specifically, we were both going to take black belt tests (my first, his third). We were already stressed out, so of course the trip would not be an uneventful one. I'm breaking this into two posts because they are unrelated adventures.

We flew out of teeny tiny Lehigh Valley International Airport in Allentown, PA. From now on, I only travel out of teeny tiny regional airports. The parking was close and cheap. The security line was short. The people were friendly. And the wi-fi access was free.

The plane we took from Allentown to Philadelphia was so small they practically had to wind the propellor with a rubber band. It was a bouncy, noisy 14 minutes spent soaring through the center of a thick cloud, but we landed uneventfully.

Our second flight boarded and took off close to on time from Philadelphia. We'd been in the air about 20 minutes and I was fast asleep when I was awakened by a very unfamiliar feeling. I sat bolt upright as the man across the aisle from me called out, "What the f***!?" We were very quickly descending. There was no warning and we were clearly nowhere near our destination.

In the end, it turned out to be an air traffic control decision to move us away from some other nearby aircraft. But, um...thanks for the warning. And the lesson in what sheer terror feels like.

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