People always ask me if I'm excited when I travel. It usually happens when I'm almost to my destination or already there. Until then, there is usually a lot to do. Packing and tying up loose ends is what takes up most of the time.
This time, the loose ends bled into my travel. Tomorrow, I'll turn forty years old. Birthday plans so far? Go for a run, find a café and do work, and take myself to a good meal. Finally, I'll want to catch up on the sleep I missed as a part of the Delta Airlines network outage.
But, in case you were wondering, about 55 minutes before landing I thought about how I would tell Isadora that Bowling Green is pretty much at sea level. Mexico City, however, is at over 7,000 feet. Drinking a coffee and doing leftover work at that altitude got me excited. The fears of a new city in an unfamiliar place started to dissipate as I thought about how I would do some exploring of what's there. And if you know me, you know that means looking for tasty food.
Really, if you think about it, if you're 37,000 feet up, you might only be 30,000 feet up if you are flying over Mexico City. And if you are 37,000 feet relative to the ground, how high are you in relation to where you would be flying over Bowling Green? An interesting question that is probably rather critical to pilots.
Glad you made it!! Happy Birthday, we love you! :)
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