I am a lucky girl in the sense that I get to travel with two people instead of one. Most of the time, I am accompanied by Ron, staid and happy, even if directionally-challenged. But set foot into an airport and Airport Ron arrives. It is hard for me to like him. I never know what he is going to do. (See last year’s Frankfurt airport post, where he misunderstood the German guards and left all his electronics in, not out, necessitating an intensive baggage search that included displaying his underwear for all to see.)
Airport Ron popped up in the Budapest airport today, after we had cleared both the thousand person chaos of the check-in counter and the first (of THREE) security checkpoints, by announcing that he had lost his boarding pass. I know…no big deal on Alaska but a huge problem with European low cost carriers. We searched frantically, sweat pouring everywhere, but he had truly lost it. Just as we were about to UNDO all that security (which is always fun…see 2016 China trip) we found the boarding pass in possession of the guard at the first screening station.
I guess I should also disclose the existence of Museum Ron as well. He’s a little harder to predict but sometimes, when my vigilance weakens, Museum Ron will reach out and touch something he is not allowed to touch…an exhibit, some art, as if he were 4, not old enough to be required to draw from Social Security. Melisa, having seen this behavior in person, can affirm this if you wish.
We’re here in Taormina. Here’s our view from the apartment.
And here’s a view looking up towards Mt. Etna.
Travels with Valerie 