On the way to Alaska
The alarm rudely awakens us at 5 am, disrupting our peaceful slumber. Bleary-eyed, we untangle ourselves and stumble out of bed, grappling with the realization that it's time for our early morning flight to Vancouver. The world outside the window is still cloaked in darkness, the warm bed is calling our names. At 5:45 the phones beeping, our driver, a man with the „Patients of a Saint“ kindly reminding us that it is time to go. The streets eerily quiet, save for the occasional passing car or early riser.
As we make your way to the airport, the city begins to stir to life. headlights pierce through the darkness, illuminating the deserted streets. The pre-dawn sky gradually transitions from inky black to a soft, muted blue, signaling the imminent arrival of dawn.
Upon reaching the airport, we join the mass of travelers making their way through the brightly lit terminals. The air is filled with a sense of anticipation and weary resignation, as fellow passengers realize they are missing their flight due to the many mechanical failures.
Finally, we find yourself settled into our seats on Alaska Airlines which is known for its comfortable seating options. The seats are designed with passenger comfort in mind, featuring ample legroom and adjustable headrests. After adjusting our headrest the engine's low hum serving as a lullaby of sorts as we drift in and out of consciousness. As the aircraft lifts off into the dawn sky, I can't help but marvel at the quiet beauty of the world awakening below.
Approaching Seattle, we were greeted by the sight of snow-covered mountains—a spectacular welcome. Then the we rushing through the airport to our connecting flight to Vancouver was like the training for a marathon. Upon arrival, our next task was finding an Uber to take us to our club, where everyone was thrilled to see us.
In just a few hours, we are meeting our friends and catching up lost times.
Last night's dinner with our friends was nothing short of epic—a culinary delight wrapped in laughter and good cheer. Imagine our surprise when we discovered the next morning we had become evening's VIPs, complete with a secret reservation link that made us feel like undercover celebrities. As the night danced away, so did our chances of a good night's sleep, and this morning felt like a scene from a survival show where the first challenge was simply getting out of bed.
Then there was Michael, our very own tissue-destroying machine, whose allergies had kicked into high gear. In the span of one hour, he went through two boxes of tissues with the speed and ferocity of a magic act gone wrong. The quest for Sudafed turned into a slapstick routine of its own—us, groggy and disheveled, scouring the room for any remaining tissue boxes like two bumbling detectives on a very low-stakes case. Our simple morning errand morphed into a wild goose chase but in the end we found the Sudafed and breakfast. Oh, what a night—and what a morning!
Last night's dinner with our friends was nothing short of epic—a culinary delight wrapped in laughter and good cheer. Imagine our surprise when we discovered the next morning we had become evening's VIPs, complete with a secret reservation link that made us feel like undercover celebrities. As the night danced away, so did our chances of a good night's sleep, and this morning felt like a scene from a survival show where the first challenge was simply getting out of bed.
Then there was Michael, our very own tissue-destroying machine, whose allergies had kicked into high gear. In the span of one hour, he went through two boxes of tissues with the speed and ferocity of a magic act gone wrong. The quest for Sudafed turned into a slapstick routine of its own—us, groggy and disheveled, scouring the room for any remaining tissue boxes like two bumbling detectives on a very low-stakes case. Our simple morning errand morphed into a wild goose chase but in the end we found the Sudafed and breakfast. Oh, what a night—and what a morning!
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