After 23 months of no flying due to government and self - imposed COVID-19 restrictions, we boarded a plane to fly to Florida. We are visiting the Tuckers.
We took our usual route to T. F. Green airport, but Steve actually missed the exit
so we took an alternate route. We parked the car and walked to the door of the terminal when Steve realized he forgot his mask in the car. Luckily, I had packed myself extra masks. They were pink and small for his face so I let him borrow the more
comfortable mask I was wearing until he could buy one of his own in one of the airport stores.
We had no problems with check in and we were pleasantly surprised when Steve's new hip replacement didn't slow down the security process.
The flight
was uneventful, but the claustrohobic disembarking of the plane was disconcerting as far as Covid is concerned. What is social distancing when everyone is face to face grabbing carry-on baggage from overhead bins and packed together like sardines
exiting the plane? A week after my last flight in December of 2019. I ended up sick in bed for a week. I couldn't even get up for Christmas. I thought I had the flu, but my doctor said I probably had a virus that was going around. Hmmmm...will
this happen again? I'm hoping vaccinations will protect us.
Well, we got to Punta Gorda safely and the Tuckers were there to pick us up. We stopped at a Celtic restaurant and then went to Fisherman's Pier where we took a boat ride. We finished
the day with great conversation and heading off to sleep.
All is well.