My co-worker is going to Maui for six days on Thursday. It’s fair to say I’m very jealous. I was jealous when my friend went to Costa Rica and even more jealous when my wife went to Japan. Now I can see why I didn’t see much of the world in my youth. Being part of such a large family, the only time we ever did anything was in our station wagon. Airfare wasn’t all that affordable when I was young. I vaguely recall my first plane flight when I was about ten years old. I flew with my mom back up to Seattle from California’s Bay Area. It was probably another ten years until I hopped on another plane to visit my brother living in Alaska.
Over the more recent years I’ve become a decent traveler, but I’m still no expert. To this day, my wife and I joke about our adventures getting to Paris in 2004. We took a direct flight from Seattle to Copenhagen and we had some time to kill in the very clean Copenhagen airport before our connection to Lutèce. I didn’t sleep the entire flight so I was dreadfully tired… more accurately I was simply dreadful to be around. For two hours my wife antagonized me because I so grouchy. We huddled around our bags excited to get to Paris. Au revoir "Copenhagen Egan". These days I’m much more refined.
I bring this up because my wife is still recovering from her trans-Pacific jet lag. Her first few days in Seattle have been rough on her sleep patterns. She took a nap right after we got home from work early Wednesday evening. I gave her an extra ten minutes to sleep, then tried to wake her. She said "you can drive the car". I grinned knowing she was in the midst of a wild automobile dream. I jostled her again, "go, take the car". I bit my lower lip and quietly exited our bedroom. About twenty minutes later when she did wake up, she didn’t recall our discussion about cars. Luckily she was dreaming about cars and not James McAvoy or Joaquin, the dream, Phoenix.