Viking Mediterranean Odyssey July 28, 2024

 The beginning.

The decision, preparation, and anticipation are always exciting. It reaches crescendo proportions when we finally drive out the gate. This morning the drive out happened at 7:54, exactly 24 minutes past target. 

We left on a cool(ish), wet morning, unusual for July. 

Ringo and Honey B anticipating a fun adventure, only to have their souls crushed when we left them at the Pet's Hotel in Cedar Park. I hate that feeling of betrayal. Everytime. 

Next stop was to drop off the pick up at The Hyatt Place at the airport. Arthur, the shuttle driver and bellman, was very helpful. 

We had some momentary anguish trying to get checked in. Ricky downloaded my boarding passes, but the computer couldn't seem to find him. He finally got it sorted out while I held my breath. 

We got to our gate at 10:20, with a boarding time of 2:15. When I did the math, that was a four hour wait. 🙄🤪. We had plenty of time for wings and an impossible burger.

          World's biggest beer. Just kidding. 

We had one minor gate change, then a major change that took us from gate 28 to gate 5. Luckily Ricky found a porter to give him a ride for the long walk.

We had an uneventful flight to Chicago O'Hara. I can't believe I didn't get a single picture of the airport there, but truthfully there wasn't much to write home about. A nice young man helped get us to our gate and we had a short wait and a nice visit with a couple from N. Carolina also headed for Venice.

Our flight was smooth, calm, and not very full. Unfortunately,  neither of us slept much and we were a ragged pair when we arrived.