Many modes of transportation

Those of you who follow me on Facebook have already been privy to some of the ups and downs of my trip to the PAMLA conference in San Diego.

I left Thursday, taking the earlier bus in order to avoid unnecessary stress about having to rush through airport security. Stress was not to be avoided so easily. Traffic is an inevitability. For quite some time I was convinced that I would miss my flight.

Similarly disturbing was my discovery that I was going to get motion sickness if I attempted to read at all.This meant, of course, that all of my travel hours were now unproductive time. I played "motion sickness chicken" for a while on the Greyhound, racing to grade a certain number of short writes before growing too nauseated. Not my favourite game, but it passed the time.

Once in Chicago, I raced through the dark streets in search of a Blue Line station. Found with no difficulty!

O'Hare was more deserted than I had expected. One of the delights of traveling on Halloween. Sadly, no one was handing out candy. My treat was a lovely pat-down. My theory is that it was because I looked anxious.

Batman sat next to me on the plane. One of the delights of traveling on Halloween? I dozed off and on throughout the flight.

Landing in San Diego at night, I asserted my adult abilities, called the hotel, and flagged down the correct shuttle. The receptionist gently guided me through check-in, handed me a key, and packed me off to bed.

CARDIS (it's a friend's car)
Greyhound Bus
Feet (in Chicago)
The "L"
SuperShuttle