I'm back home. The turkeys, my dog, and my gym mates all wondered where I've been. I got back from a visit with my son, Sean, his wife, Roz and sons, Max nd KC. They live in LA. However, when they knew, I was coming they surprised me with a trip to Cabo San Lucas, MX.
They purchased a time-share many years ago. Sean was able to trade his time for another.
The place is fantastic. The villa is located on a hillside, that is so steep they had to wind the road back and forth across the face to get people up and down.
(More about that later. Maybe even in another post.)
Not only are the accommodations and the services spectacular, but the climate, view, and people are wonderful.
But before that all happened, I must share with you an experience that I call "The Journey." While not up to the standards of Odysseus let me say between the stress of trying to get to LA on time to make my flight to Cabo and the lunacy of some of my fellow passengers, it's not hard to call the experience epic.
My plan as this. I was scheduled on a commuter flight out of Appleton to Chicago. Next, I would transfer to a flight to LA. I would arrive about ten o'clock. My daughter-in-law would pick me up. She, the boys and I would be at LAX at 7:30 am to get a flight to Cabo.
Of all of the places to get kicked off schedule, Appleton would have been my last guess. But there it was. The incoming flight to Appleton was delayed, first fifteen minutes and then 30. I could not make my connecting flight to LA.
The gate agent got me on a competitors plane. I'm now scheduled Minneapolis - St Paul, Las Vegas, LA. The Vegas stop is overnight, but it gets me to LA on time to make my flight to Cabo. Needless to say, there were some text messages and phone calls along the way.
This was nerve wrecking, but I have to say everyone I needed to help me along the way was extremely helpful and kind. I actually got to the gate for my Cabo flight before my daughter-in-law and the kids. When we landed in Cabo, it took roughly two hours, the same amount of time to get to the resort as it did to fly from LA to Cabo. Sean, my son, was already at the resort, so he sent a cab for us.
So we are there. Now, what? I have to adjust to a three hour time change, very little sleep and not enough food to eat. I've come from an air temperature of 12 degrees to temps in the eighties. I'm walking on sand, not snow and I have to drink lots of water in this desert climate. I took me about two days to feel normal.
There are more stories to tell. The marvelous personal chef, Rudy. The views of the sun setting over the sea. The Taxis, golf carts and shuttles that speed us around the gorunds. The ocean, the pools and hot tubs that soothed our bodies and inspired our conversations. Getting to know my grandsons better. Listening to the hopes and aspirations of daughter-in-law and son. All good stuff. All in good time.
For today I leave you. I am Poppa Jeff at Camp Jeff back in Wisconsin. Where our Packers stand on the threshold of greatness and weather is character building.
They purchased a time-share many years ago. Sean was able to trade his time for another.
The place is fantastic. The villa is located on a hillside, that is so steep they had to wind the road back and forth across the face to get people up and down.
(More about that later. Maybe even in another post.)
Not only are the accommodations and the services spectacular, but the climate, view, and people are wonderful.
But before that all happened, I must share with you an experience that I call "The Journey." While not up to the standards of Odysseus let me say between the stress of trying to get to LA on time to make my flight to Cabo and the lunacy of some of my fellow passengers, it's not hard to call the experience epic.
My plan as this. I was scheduled on a commuter flight out of Appleton to Chicago. Next, I would transfer to a flight to LA. I would arrive about ten o'clock. My daughter-in-law would pick me up. She, the boys and I would be at LAX at 7:30 am to get a flight to Cabo.
Of all of the places to get kicked off schedule, Appleton would have been my last guess. But there it was. The incoming flight to Appleton was delayed, first fifteen minutes and then 30. I could not make my connecting flight to LA.
The gate agent got me on a competitors plane. I'm now scheduled Minneapolis - St Paul, Las Vegas, LA. The Vegas stop is overnight, but it gets me to LA on time to make my flight to Cabo. Needless to say, there were some text messages and phone calls along the way.
This was nerve wrecking, but I have to say everyone I needed to help me along the way was extremely helpful and kind. I actually got to the gate for my Cabo flight before my daughter-in-law and the kids. When we landed in Cabo, it took roughly two hours, the same amount of time to get to the resort as it did to fly from LA to Cabo. Sean, my son, was already at the resort, so he sent a cab for us.
So we are there. Now, what? I have to adjust to a three hour time change, very little sleep and not enough food to eat. I've come from an air temperature of 12 degrees to temps in the eighties. I'm walking on sand, not snow and I have to drink lots of water in this desert climate. I took me about two days to feel normal.
There are more stories to tell. The marvelous personal chef, Rudy. The views of the sun setting over the sea. The Taxis, golf carts and shuttles that speed us around the gorunds. The ocean, the pools and hot tubs that soothed our bodies and inspired our conversations. Getting to know my grandsons better. Listening to the hopes and aspirations of daughter-in-law and son. All good stuff. All in good time.
For today I leave you. I am Poppa Jeff at Camp Jeff back in Wisconsin. Where our Packers stand on the threshold of greatness and weather is character building.
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