TRAVEL THERE: UP WITH THE CHICKENS
So, remember how Southwest Airlines sent me an email with cheap airfare. To get to our destination with the cheapest fares, we either had to be on a plane at 6 AM or virtually lose the first day to travel. So, I convinced Bill Arizona was worth getting up for. Here’s how it went.
There’s Early and Then There’s Really Early
The alarm went off at 2:15 AM. I rolled out of bed. Bill rolled out at 2:40. By 3:15 AM the car was backing out of the garage. No, it was not fun, but we were determined to make the best of it.
At Love Field, since it was raining, Bill unloaded me and the luggage at the terminal and went off to find parking. I dragged the luggage into the terminal and stood by it, praying to the travel gods that Bill would navigate the parking lot and get back to me. Parking lots are not his favorite thing in the world and I didn’t want to start the trip off on the wrong foot.
He returned and we set about trying to figure out what was next. When you’re flying, there’s always a bunch of people who seem to know exactly what they are doing. This is particularly true in a Southwest terminal. Their customers are more like a cult than anything else. I was frantically trying to read every sign I could see and Bill was watching the crowd. We sort of captured the rhythm of the system and ended up in front of one of the ticketing machines.
We failed miserably. The self-help machine treated us just like the infrequent, senior-citizen, not-Southwest flyers that we are. Somehow we managed to press the right buttons to find our reservations and get our luggage tags, but we didn’t end up with boarding passes.
A Southwest employee quickly identified us as inept and came to our rescue. With boarding passes she procured, we were able to progress to the bag check. That’s when we discovered my other ooops. I had attached both luggage bags to one bag and none to the other. It was more than early. It was really early!
Still, this trip made me fall back in love with Southwest, though we hadn’t flown them in years. Thanks to their liberal baggage limits, we were able to check all three bags, rather than trot around dragging a carry-on. I had everything I needed for being in transit in a small backpack. I felt like screaming, “Free at last. Free at last.”
In truth, I think we could have slept for another hour, but we didn’t realize that. For years we’ve been fighting the battle out a DFW. Southwest can’t get you to the Mediterranean, Egypt and the Danube and international has been our focus for years. Besides, it’ only been in recent years that Southwest was freed from the Wright Amendment, making flying them from Dallas a better proposition. I think Southwest will be seeing a whole lot more of us, especially since we’re abandoning the International scene for a while, to catch up on some American destinations.
The flight was blissfully uneventful and arrived on time. We made our way to the rental shuttle and were delivered to the Alamo facility. That’s when our luck really kicked in. There on the appointed row, among Hyundais, and Toyotas stood a Jeep – a Jeep with four while drive! He went back to the attendant and confirmed the Jeep was truly one of our options.
We just knew this was going to be a magical trip. Sure we’d had to get up early, it was raining in Dallas and we’d had a little trouble at the ticket kiosk, but even with those little hiccups we’d had smooth sailing and we had no reason to think it would change. One of my blogging friends accuses me of making up our little dramas to make my blogs sound more exciting. Well, we’ll see, because this trip was breeze – not a single headache to report. I hope you enjoy it as much as we did.
Come back next week and we’ll have breakfast in one of the Phoenix area’s top ten breakfast spots.