Am writing this in wonderful Incheon Airport, So Korea. Took the midnight flight from UB last night, winging my way home to Colorado.
I both dread and embrace these 2-day trips spanning half a globe and a 15-hour time difference. Dread because, well, hanging out on planes and in airports for all those hours is a drag.
Embrace because there is something Zen-like in traveling solo on such trips. I think of it as The Zone. Submersed in anonymity and the wonderful care of Korean Air and Incheon Airport.
Ahh, Incheon. Spotlessly clean and incredibly accommodating with numerous rest areas, transit hotels, sightseeing tours around the island and into Seoul, free showers, free water, multiple restaurants and stores, no obnoxious TSA recordings and some of the best massage in Asia. I try never to miss that.
Anyway. The is a time to just zone. Read. Watch movies or documentaries. Think. Doze. Hold a constant, relaxed conversation with God. Just mouth breathe.
But! before I left UB (packing fabric this way for a change!), I wrapped up all my sewing projects started there. I ended up shortening this skirt per Nikki's advice. Then I almost completed a more tailored one in silk wool.
Now, looking straight into the mirror, it looks like it's above the knees. Not so in this pick. Hmm. Maybe it's the angle.
The same great detailing is there though, with a much more flattering length. Maybe I should go shorter...
OK, well, off to brush my teeth and get ready for the 11-hour flight to San Francisco. Where the travel stress begins.
On the other hand, there are hot showers, water that's not brown, bananas, car keys, etc. --and Munchkins! awaiting.