Yesterday was quite the adventure. We were supposed to catch a flight out of HSV at 6:45 in the morning. We arrived a little later than United found acceptable, though. Apparently, they aren’t used to people having, oh, I don’t know… luggage?
At 7:00, we were stuck in the airport desperately trying to find another flight–any flight–but no luck. No rental cars, either. Then I told Lou, “The hell with it. Let’s drive our car.”
So we did. 18 hours to New England. We arrive at 4:15am this morning at the Hawthorne Hotel in Salem, Massachusetts. I was so tired by the time we got here that the ghosties that reputedly haunt this place could be dancing on my head and I don’t think I’d notice. I will say that skeptical me did feel something unusual this morning, but I chalked it up to exhaustion.
I can’t wait to explore the hotel and the town.