On Christmas Day I was surrounded by family and friends, most of whom were starting to get the sniffles, along with an occasional cough. As it comes time for my parents to drive me to the airport, I realize I’m not feeling so great myself…..not a good sign since I need to fly home to Arizona, pack, and then head back to the airport for a red eye flight to Atlanta-Aruba.
A walk around my neighborhood in the evening, enjoying the last of the holiday lights and decorations while waiting for my Uber. Eventually I get to the airport, but feel like crap. I hope a long, overnight flight will help, but when I land in Atlanta, things have not improved. When I get to Aruba itself, entry to the country was easy and I let the warm, salty air give me some hope that I’ll feel better.
I was sick for my week here. I try to walk the beach, sit in a hot tub, but nothing really helps. Most days were spent sleeping in bed, or getting a bit of sun from the deck of my hotel room. Not ideal for my first time in a new country.
I only turn the corner to recovery on my final day as i find myself heading back to the airport. I suppose this Holiday trip was a complete bust. I get back to the Phoenix airport at ten minutes before midnight, New Years Eve. I do have a lovely Uber gent driving me home in the desert rain, and wish him a Happy New Year when we get to my home. Hello 2026.
