Since we had an evening flight from JFK, we had plenty of time to complete the packing and prep for travel, but there was still the last minute scramble to tie up things at home and at work. The trip to the airport went as well as can be expected, but find the parking lot was another story.
Anne had found a special deal through one of the travel sights for long term parking with convenient shuttle service to the airport. However, we only had an address, no reliable directions. So while I tried my typical male "drive around till you find it" thing, Anne called for directions. From the phone call, it sounded like we were trying to find "Allen" Avenue, but we actually looking for "Island" Ave. We did a couple laps around the airport parking loops, and surrounding streets along with a couple calls for direction. Meanwhile all the extra time padding we had started with was disappearing. With a lot of effort we did find it in an out-of-the-way location, caught the shuttle and made our plane with time to spare. It turns out that this was probably the hardest part of the trip, and ironically one of the few language barrier moments...in south Philly no less.
Our first tourist photo was a Leggo Liberty Bell creation near our boarding gate.
Plane Movies Glenn watched a Peter Wier film titled "The Way Back" about prisoners escaping a Siberian concentration camp and making an improbable 4,000 mile walk to freedom by heading south. We hoped for a less adventurous flight and trip.
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