Yesterday I bought the first airline tickets I have willingly bought since COVID. I say “willingly” because I did take one one-way flight from Bangor to Philadelphia back in October to deal with getting our house there ready to sell… our klutzy painters had not just locked themselves out of the house but broken the front door lock in the process. The locksmith’s recommendation was to break the door and replace it; I had to explain that that was not an option because the door cost $4500 to custom build.
Yes, $4500. Our house in Philadelphia was in a historic district. If you’ve ever had the misfortune to live in a historic district, you know what I’m talking about.
BUT I digress. I bought airline tickets, or actually re-bought them, to get us to the BVI to go sailing with Kim’s dad Ron on this lovely boat:
The saga of Confetti is quite something. It was badly damaged in Hurricane Irma in the BVI, but fortunately not sunk unlike so many other beautiful boats there. Ron and his boat partner Scott had it shipped (yes, you can ship boats, weird huh?) to Jamestown, R.I. for a complete refit, which took until the late summer of 2019, and we then sailed it back to the BVI via Bermuda. Our plan was to fly with Ron and his wife Claire back to the BVI in March 2020 to spend a couple weeks really enjoying the boat following this very expensive refit.
So you can imagine that I was pretty pleased to turn our Jet Blue travel credit from March 2020 into actual tickets to San Juan, P.R. for May. Obviously, we are extremely lucky to be doing all of this — lucky the state of Maine and Northern Light Health have their acts together with vaccine distribution, lucky there are vaccines at all, lucky the BVI is even allowing people in… the list goes on.
(I’ll just note here that although you can indeed ship a boat, you cannot boat a ship. Odd.)
Anyway the resumption of travel, for us at least, seems like a pretty big deal. There was a while when I wondered if we would ever travel again at all. Now I guess I am more confident that we will, slowly, although I don’t think I want to go back to the frenetic pace we were at before. I’d much rather sit here and look at the harbor. Here’s another view:
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