Have Arrived

Actually, I arrived on Saturday. Did I tell you I was flying first class? It is not because I usually fly first class or anything it is just that by some weird airline thing it was cheaper to use my frequent flyer miles to get a first class ticket than a coach ticket. I made it through the whole flying a a class above myself with only a few mishaps. Mishaps such as when I couldn't find my seat belt or when I tried to grab the mug that the hot towels were in rather than just grabbing a hot towel--grabbing is probably the wrong word to use when discussing first class hot towels--also I couldn't actually see into the mug to see what the attendant was trying to hand to me. One of the really nice things about flying first class is the food cause when the airlines say they are no longer serving food to their passengers what they mean is they are no longer serving food to you suckers who fly coach. I, on the other hand, was given a huge sandwich (turkey with real mozzarella, basil leaves, and an herb butter,on ciabatta bread with a side of grilled squash, zucchini, and red peppers, and quite possibly the best brownie I have ever eaten).

After arriving (and waiting forever for my bag to arrive--really unacceptable treatment of one who flies first class--I got into the awaiting car--dad playing the role of my chauffeur--and was promptly handed my first Dunkin' Donuts donut of the trip. All is well.

And to top things off, here is the view from the cottage I am staying in:

At Breakfast:

p.s. as my Internet connection for some unknown reason will not allow me to leave comments I would like to wish MBC a very late birthday--maybe we can get together for a late birthday dinner when I get back.