Behold, the Map Pin Doth Move!

Trip Start Sep 07, 2008
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Trip End Dec 09, 2008


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Monday, September 8, 2008

Today was the first leg of the trip, first from Medford to San Francisco, then from San Francisco to New York. I didn't sleep one minute last night, but I did try to rest and relax and enjoy the softness of the bed, the freedom to stretch my legs, the quiet and the darkness - all luxuries not found on airplanes. I prayed a lot.

I ask Hermes, the ancient Greek god of travel, to grant me and the 27 students headed to Greece safety in the air, uneventful flight connections, and all luggage accounted for. Thankfully, fleet-footed Hermes was with me when I made the connection in San Francisco by the skin of my teeth. I got off the little 30-seater plane from Medford, ran around the corner (I'm so glad the gate was nearby and not a tram ride and mad dash across to the other side of the airport), and the next plane was already boarding for New York. No time for the women's room, no time to eat, but whew I made the plane. Unfortunately Hermes is also a trickster god, and so I ended up sitting in the same row as an older man who looked to have been from Peru or Guatemala who played a long wooden flute. With his nose. For five hours.

I wish for Bast, the ancient Egyptian cat god, to watch over Aeris and Tifa. I left some of my soft shirts on the floor throughout the house for them to curl up on.

I beseech the Force, the midichlorians of the Jedi, to be with Bear so he isn't sad in my absence. We had a special dinner last night in Shady Cove, right on the Rogue River. (That's why I wasn't there when you called, Dad, and by the time we got back, you would have already been asleep in the eastern time zone. Sorry about that.)

I pray to Yahweh, the god of the monotheists, that I come back in 94 days to find my family of blood and law and friendship whole and healthy and blessed.

Now I'm in a hotel near the New York airport. It certainly smells like Queens. I'm hoping to get a good night's sleep tonight in preparation for the 10-hour flight to Athens tomorrow afternoon.
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