Travel thread

[wease]

Mrs Wease joined a friend for a weekend cruise and they get off the boat this morning. Her flight out of Miami is delayed 5 hours and her friend’s is outright canceled. Mrs Wease will now miss her connecting flight back to Nashville. They’re now telling Mrs Wease they don’t have anything else available until Wednesday.

[VinylGuy]

That’s American Airlines right ? They have been cancelling flight from Miami and NY like crazy and 1000 Argentinians are trying to come back to Buenos Aires

[wease]

Her friend is on American. Mrs Wease is Southwest.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Yeah I'm supposed to fly to NYC on Thursday but this hurricane might fuck things up.

[spike]

climate change is eventually going to obliterate us summer travel. well on its way the last few years.

[Monkey_Driven]

Mrs Wease joined a friend for a weekend cruise and they get off the boat this morning. Her flight out of Miami is delayed 5 hours and her friend’s is outright canceled. Mrs Wease will now miss her connecting flight back to Nashville. They’re now telling Mrs Wease they don’t have anything else available until Wednesday.

At that point, can she just cancel all together and drive?

[wease]

Mrs Wease joined a friend for a weekend cruise and they get off the boat this morning. Her flight out of Miami is delayed 5 hours and her friend’s is outright canceled. Mrs Wease will now miss her connecting flight back to Nashville. They’re now telling Mrs Wease they don’t have anything else available until Wednesday.

At that point, can she just cancel all together and drive?

Her flight was canceled. She got one for tomorrow. One more night of girls’ weekend, I guess.

I’d say there may not be many cars left at this point. Every flight out today was canceled and that’s a lot of people. She was lucky enough to have gotten ahead of everyone and booked her room early.

[VinylGuy]

Im glad she has a plan!!

[daft twat]

Europe is always incredible, and I’m going to enjoy my last couple days here, but this weekend I’m going to sit in my air-conditioned basement and have drinks with so much ice. There have been moments where crying has felt like a reasonable response to the heat and human closeness.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Where’s Waldo Canyon?

[dimejinky99]

Europe is always incredible, and I’m going to enjoy my last couple days here, but this weekend I’m going to sit in my air-conditioned basement and have drinks with so much ice. There have been moments where crying has felt like a reasonable response to the heat and human closeness.

the humidity here is a fucking grueller

have many drinks

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Yeah I'm supposed to fly to NYC on Thursday but this hurricane might fuck things up.

First time I ever tried a hookah was in NYC. White girl energy at Lagos Time Square.
We tried to get into the gentleman’s club next door to see what goes on, but they wouldn’t let us in because they thought we were prostitutes trying to steal their business.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Yeah I'm supposed to fly to NYC on Thursday but this hurricane might fuck things up.

First time I ever tried a hookah was in NYC. White girl energy at Lagos Time Square.
We tried to get into the gentleman’s club next door to see what goes on, but they wouldn’t let us in because they thought we were prostitutes trying to steal their business.

Ha. Well, my flight on Thursday already got cancelled, so I just moved my trip to next weekend.

[daft twat]

Well. Positano is my new favorite place on the planet. Unbelievable.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Well. Positano is my new favorite place on the planet. Unbelievable.

I thought it was too hot there and not enough ice. Make up your mind!

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Lucky duck going to NYC. Love visiting there. Safe travels!

[96583UP]

Well. Positano is my new favorite place on the planet. Unbelievable.

truly special

the limoncello

the view

boat to capri is great / capri is on another level

just paradise

[96583UP]

had a bunch of bruschetta and house white wine down by that argentine beach hangout one year

amazing day

[epilogue]

WHERE IN COLORADO??????

Estes Park!

Very good. It’s a beautiful place. Enjoy!

It’s also on fire currently.

Typical of Colorado. Every summer we burn.

The burn scars from the fires in Ft Garland years ago, are now covered with new Aspen trees. That’s how it works. Pines burn, aspen grow, leaves fall and become mulch. Wash rinse repeat.

Yeah but will Joe be trapped there/die there.

He’ll be ok. Might get trampled on the train at DIA if anything.

What a godforsaken place that is.

Possibly as close as one gets to literal hell on earth.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.