The next decade....what's in store?
Musings of a yamfooted traveller still trying to shake off those last 20 pounds as she treks across the Caribbean
I tell you....my dreams are real funny. Sometimes they reflect what is happening in real life. I think this one does. It was when I was watching the weather tonight that I remembered what I dreamt last night. It involved a flight, food and the weatherman...
Those of you who live in Jamaica know Evan, right? He's head of the Meteorological service I think and he comes on the TV with local weather. Well, I dreamt that I had a flight on American Airlines. It was due, according to the ticket, to leave Kingston at 12:32.
At around 12:00 noon, I found myself in the dream to be at Evan's house, where a nice soiree was going on. Lots of lovely food; beautiful house set on lovely hilly lawns, great company. I don't wear a watch normally (the battery is dead and it hasn't been one of the priorities in the expense department) and so when I found out the time I said to myself "lawks, ah miss di damn flight". So I quickly found Evan.
Fortunately, the house was not far from the airport. The dream had now moved to Barbados by the way. Yes...mimicking the travelling that I do. So Evan dropped me at the airport in good time. I found it strange that I had no luggage. I mean, if I'm going on American, it's most probably for a flight to Miami. Right? Then of course I would have to have luggage, so I can put all my shopping in! But anyway, I only had hand luggage with me.
Reached to the airport, still very concerned and almost resigned to having to get the flight the next day. I trot up to the counter, only to find out that the flight had been delayed to 2:17pm! Also, apparently I had gone to the airport earlier and checked in my luggage! How di hell I didn't remember that is beyond me.
Well it's a dream, silly! It's ok to forget these things.
But seriously, I've been forgetting one or two things lately. One of them which is still in the recesses of my mind, is the manager for the BWIA airport operations in Kingston, who I know and even asked for by name when I travelled earlier this month. So far, I have got the last name, but the first name still escapes me and I will not ask my sister. I will remember it. I WILL!
****NEWS FLASH*****
I just remember the first name while reading over the blog! The ole brain still has it! No mind that it took me three or so weeks to remember!