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Travel in a time of chaos
Do you ever think about the smells of a place? If you have lived somewhere for so long, you probably don’t even notice how it smells.
This morning I sat outside on my sister’s front porch to smell the pine trees. We do not have pine trees where I live, or at least not close to my house.
I arrived in Boston a few days ago. My travel day started typically. I walked 15 minutes down the hill to wait for the bus on the side of the road, like always. I sat down and took off my backpack to wait for the bus to the city. Then I heard a moto looked up and it was my boyfriend.
It was too early for him to be coming home from work; it was only 10 am. He told me the road was closed, and I had to go to town to take the other bus. It is not unusual. Sometimes there are mudslides because of the rains, which shuts the roads down. So he picked up my pack and drove me into town.
I hopped on the 11 am bus and headed to the airport. I left early, just in case. I was mentally prepared for a horrible day of travel since I had been watching too much news.
I had read about airlines being short staffed, craziness at the airport, and people going crazy. I was prepared for the worst possible scenario.
