I woke up to our coming in to Port Canaveral
I went up to the Windjammer (Royal Caribbean’s buffet) and got breakfast, a small bowl of oatmeal and avocado toast.
I came back to my room, grabbed my bags, and headed to Deck 5, the Promenade Deck, to wait for my luggage tag group (15) to be called.
From there it was a swift processing off the ship and through customs. In Port Canaveral, they use photo identification instead of viewing the passport book. You still need a passport in case they want to focus on anything but most people just breeze through the camera.
Before I knew it, I was at Orlando International Airport for my long wait. Our flight didn’t take off until 5:00 p.m. so I had the late morning and afternoon to sit around and read.
Finally, I saw our plane coming to the jet ramp to get serviced. They loaded up the snacks and then loaded up the snack-eaters. 🙂
It was smooth sailing -most- of the way home. It always seems to get a bit bumpy above Atlanta as we make our turn north to Chicago. That is when we cross the jet stream.
We landed at Midway twenty minutes early.
When we deplaned, I went to the luggage area to wait for my suitcase. Southwest is notorious for delaying the luggage return. Lo and behold, as soon as I arrived at the carousel, one of the first off the plane, the alarm sounded to let us know the carousel was going to be set in motion. And what to my wondering eyes should appear but my suitcase as the very first one delivered. I told some of the people around me I needed to buy a lotto ticket to see if my luck would hold out.
By the time I got home, I was bushed from the travel day. I told myself that I wasn’t going to do it, but I did. I don’t like things hanging over me so I decided to go ahead and unpack before going to bed. I was originally going to do that tomorrow but knew I wouldn’t sleep well knowing that my bags were full and waiting to be unpacked.