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I’ve told this story before, but, rather than make you follow a link, I’ll just repeat it here because it’s so brief. Summer 1981, about 4 months after my sister Dale died, my parents put The Kid Brother on a plane at La Guardia Airport in New York for his first solo visit with me. I lived in Boston at the time, a four-hour drive from New York — 23 minutes in the air.
When the Kid Brother arrived, I began to list all the things we would do that weekend. “Chuck,” I said, “Today we’re going to drive up to Rockport. It’s a fishing village with lots of artists, shops, and good food. Tomorrow, we can wander all over Boston. The aquarium is amazing and…” “Hold on! Hold on!” he ordered with both hands raised in the air. “I got jet lag, ya know!”
Well, honey, I’m home! And I’m tired. And I got jet lag, ya know! A one-hour drive to the airport Monday afternoon. Three hours before take-off for a six-hour flight. Arrived on time in Madrid Tuesday and waited three hours for my next flight. A one-hour flight to Malaga and then a 15-minute taxi ride to the train station (I was too tired to drag my suitcase on the train). Two hours until the next train to Córdoba. An hour on the train and a 12-minute walk home from the station. The weather was beautiful and I didn’t mind rolling my suitcase through the streets. I slept well the first night, not bad the second night, and I’m so happy to be home with San Geraldo — and the cats.
SG took Dudo to the vet Monday. As we suspected, he’s got hyperactive thyroid (Dudo, not SG, obviously). We returned to pick up his meds this morning. Here’s hoping for a quick recovery.
My disappearing text appears to be a WordPress problem. But it’s more easily saved on my PowerMac. So I’m seeing it through.
The week in New York was excellent. The Kid Brother and I are back in video business on WhatsApp. We chatted last night.
Ya he contado esta historia antes, pero, en lugar de obligarlos a seguir un enlace, la repetiré aquí por lo breve que es. En el verano de 1981, unos cuatro meses después de la muerte de mi hermana Dale, mis padres subieron al Hermanito a un avión en el aeropuerto de La Guardia, en Nueva York, para su primera visita en solitario conmigo. Yo vivía en Boston por aquel entonces, a cuatro horas en coche desde Nueva York (23 minutos de vuelo).
Cuando llegó El Hermanito, comencé a enumerar todas las cosas que haríamos ese fin de semana. “Chuck”, dije, “hoy vamos a conducir hasta Rockport. Es un pueblo pesquero con muchos artistas, tiendas, y buena comida. Mañana, podemos pasear por todo Boston. El acuario es increíble y…” “¡Espera! ¡Espera!”, ordenó con ambas manos levantadas en el aire. “¡Tengo jet lag, ya sabes!”
Bueno, cariño, ¡ya estoy en casa! Y estoy cansada. Y tengo jet lag, ¿sabes? Un viaje de una hora hasta el aeropuerto el lunes por la tarde. Tres horas antes del despegue para un vuelo de seis horas. Llegué a tiempo a Madrid el martes y esperé tres horas para mi siguiente vuelo. Un vuelo de una hora a Málaga y luego un viaje en taxi de 15 minutos hasta la estación de tren (estaba demasiado cansada para arrastrar mi maleta en el tren). Dos horas hasta el siguiente tren a Córdoba. Una hora en el tren y una caminata de 12 minutos a casa desde la estación. El clima era hermoso y no me importó llevar mi maleta por las calles. Dormí bien la primera noche, no mal la segunda noche, y estoy muy feliz de estar en casa con San Geraldo y los gatos.
SG llevó a Dudo al veterinario el lunes. Como sospechábamos, tiene tiroides hiperactiva (Dudo, no SG, obviamente). Regresamos para recoger sus medicamentos esta mañana. Esperamos una recuperación rápida.
Mi texto que desaparece parece ser un problema de WordPress. Pero se guarda más fácilmente en mi PowerMac. Así que lo estoy llevando hasta el final.
La semana en Nueva York fue excelente. El Hermanito y yo volvimos al negocio de los videos en WhatsApp. Charlamos anoche.
• Vista desde mi habitación del Hotel Barceló en la Estación María Zambrano de Málaga, la noche antes de mi vuelo a Nueva York.
• Mi habitación en el Hotel Barceló, Estación María Zambrano de Málaga.
• A punto de aterrizar en Amsterdam camino a Nueva York.
• Mi primera vista matutina desde el Hotel NU en Brooklyn. –13°C/8°F
• Mi última vista matutina desde el Hotel NU en Brooklyn. 6°C/43°F.
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I love that jet lag story, LOL! Glad you’re safely home and reunited with SG, Dudo & Moose!
Debra:
Very happy to be home with the boys. I’ve been up for an hour and a half. I need another siesta.
Glad you arrived safe and sound and had a wonderful time with the Kid Brother.
Hope Dudo’s meds solve the issues for him.
I think, had we gone on Carlos’ first choice for trip [to NYC] I might have been pissed/miffed/irked about the cold! I think we’ll save that trip for Spring … maybe HIS birthday!
Bob:
Dudo has had two rounds of meds and all is well, so far. Yes, save NYC for the spring!
Jet lag!! Ha!
Chuck is so funny. I’m glad you had a good time with him.
Jennifer
Jennifer:
Chuck was great. SO good to see him.
Allow yourself 5-6 days to adjust to the time change, being comfortable and surrounded by love seems to speed the process. Landing in Amsterdam can be a foggy experience. It is great to hear from you.
David:
I always figure about one day for every time zone. I need a siesta.
Boud here, now I know the Spanish for jetlag! Useful vocabulary addition.
I’m glad the week went well, and you’re back in messaging action with your brother. But it must be good to be home.
Boud:
Glad to share jet lag in the original Spanish. SO good to be home.
Welcome back, happy to hear all went well with your trip to NYC. It’s Winter here on the Island at -28C care for a stroll, LOL!!!!
Laurent:
You might enjoy a warm escape to NYC!
I can see why you are tired! Thankfully you had a good visit with the Kid Brother.
Now…..back to the routine.
Jim:
All my visits were a pleasure. Now to actually establish a routine.
The jet lag story made me love Kid Brother even more. I can relate.
Yes! We missed you! Your comments on blogs let us know that you were alive but I, for one, have been waiting impatiently for more of a report. So thank you.
Greedy Ms. Moon
Ms. Moon:
And just imagine Chuck saying that in his New York city dialect. He’s a classic.
Oh, that jet lag story is a hoot–ha!
I’m so glad that you and Chuck are back in business with What’sApp video… excellent!
Welcome home, enjoy that new washer, hugs to SG and Dudo 🙂
Judy C:
For some reason, I had to rescue you from spam! Glad I found you. Happy to be home. Chuck was great!
Your return sounds more like planes, trains, and automobiles lag.
Kirk:
You’re right!
Love the jet lag story and what a journey home for you! The pack is together again, though I guess the cats don’t consider themselves pack animals. Heck, they probably don’t even realize they’re animals! Amazing the difference some bright sunshine can make (in those last two photos).
Kelly:
Moose considers himself a sheepdog, so he likes when we’re all together.
I am glad you had a good trip and a safe journey. It is interesting that you flew through Amsterdam. (I am catching up on all of your back posts) And yes, it was cold in NYC!
Michael:
Flying through Amsterdam gave me a good deal and a good seat, but it added 4+ hours to an already long trip. I’ve done it before but will avoid it in the future.
Welcome back, dear! Sounds like a successful trip.
Love that “jet lag” anecdote! Jx
Jon:
Jet lag is a concept KB still doesn’t fully understand. It was a very good trip.
What a schlep to get home! But it is fantastic that such travel is possible. Glad it was a good visit, and that you’re safely back. Olivia
Olivia:
Going to NYC was even worse. Flying through Amsterdam added more than 4 hours to the trip. Still, all went smoothly.
Last time I had jet lag…I didn’t blog for almost a week. Your better than I!!!! Excellent pictures. I would have tried to smuggle one of those mid-century chairs out with me. Love the color of them.
Mistress Borghese:
That chair was surprisingly comfortable. And I, too, loved the color.
Sounds like you had a good visit with your Kid Brother, NYC and a safe trip. However, there’s no place like home, eh Scoot? Just sleeping in one’s own bed again can be a relief… and I’m sure that SG, Moose & Dudo were happy to see you too, LOL!
Tundra Bunny:
All us cats are happy!
Welcome home! It’s always nice to get home.
Walt the Fourth:
It sure is. I think I’ll have another siesta now.
23 minutes by air sounds divine 🛬
Adam:
It was a breeze. It was a 4-hour drive (without traffic). The waits and the drives to and from the airports took just about as long.
Jet lag! Ha! I love it.
The sunlight makes all the difference in that view from your Brooklyn hotel room, doesn’t it? Dave and I stayed in a Barcelo hotel when we visited Madrid last year. It was nice.
Steve:
I was impressed with this Barcelo Hotel and it sure was convenient. Good to know about one in Madrid. Chuck does make me laugh. He made me lose my hair (not really) but he makes me laugh.
Welcome home, honey.
Love,
Janie
janiejunebug:
Thanks, sweetheart!
you are a good brother.
Urspo:
It’s been a long road and I love him.