I just returned from what could be described as a rather epic weekend in Winnipeg, Canada. I was booked as the keynote speaker for the Manitoba RV show there, but that wasn't the epic part (I mean it was, but it wasn't the only epic part..).
I spoke seven times and squeezed in a short segment on the local morning news show. Both of these events could have been flip flop events, but unfortunately wearing flip flops in 21 degree temperatures and snow doesn't really work. However, on the plane going up, I wore my boots, snow boots, and felt prepared for my environment...
From fear, I had to take my boots off three different times during my travel day north. Why? I fly a lot, traveling is usually very exciting for me, no matter where the location, and I'm very comfortable in airports, making up stories about where everyone is going. Today was different.
It was last minute that my 13-year-old daughter, Lilly, was able to join me on my business trip. As such, I was not able to get her on my same flight out to Winnipeg. Bravely, Lilly traveled alone: she flew from San Diego to LAX, found the shuttle that took her to a different terminal, went through security and barely made her flight to Calgary. There, she went alone through customs and found her next gate, catching her connecting flight to Winnipeg where I had already arrived.
My fight was from SAN to DEN to Winnipeg, arriving three hours ahead of my daughter. By the time I saw her at Winnipeg airport, I had removed my boots three times, my socks wet from sweat, a product of my high anxiety and nerves from Lilly's solo flight. When I saw her make the turn and come down the stairs towards me at the airport, I burst into tears. The rest of weekend was nerve-wracking, but nothing compared to my "baby" traveling alone internationally. Not only should I drive in flip flops, but I need to think about flying in flip flops as well.