Rome to Atlanta – 2/27/2015

February 27, 2015 (Friday)

Had to get up early, eat, drop the car off at the car rental agency, take the shuttle to the airport, and then fly to Atlanta.

Edie's departure day breakfast.

Edie’s departure day breakfast.

My breakfast.

My breakfast.

Rome twice and around Fiumicino, gas still shows full.

Rome twice and around Fiumicino, gas still shows full.

Goodbye Clio, you were fun.

Goodbye Clio, you were fun.

Sun glasses to hide her tears.

Sun glasses to hide her tears.

Goodbye goofy art.

Goodbye goofy art.

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That's not real.

That’s not real.

She is not happy to be heading home.

She is not happy to be heading home.

Forced smile to stop me from complaining.

Forced smile to stop me from complaining.

Shuttle to the airport.  I am happy.

Shuttle to the airport. I am happy.

Airport shuttle to our terminal.

Airport shuttle to our terminal.

Still happy, ready.

Still happy, ready.

Concourse G

Concourse G

Shopping on every concourse.

Shopping on every concourse.

Lots of shops.

Lots of shops.

Edie went shopping.  I watched her close in case she tried to run.

Edie went shopping. I watched her close in case she tried to run.

Waiting.

Waiting.

We are all ready.

We are all ready.

We were zone 1, about the 5th group to board.

We were zone 1, about the 5th group to board.

Michael wanted to fly economy comfort for the flight home again so we had gone on line and done that a week or so ago. So glad we did because it was full.

Business elite.  You get your own little fort.  You can lean almost all the way back, no one behind you.  Your feet go up like a lazy boy into the cavity of no seat directly in front of you.  Why couldn't we have been rich instead of so good looking?

Business elite. You get your own little fort. You can lean almost all the way back, no one behind you. Your feet go up like a lazy boy into the cavity of no seat directly in front of you. Why couldn’t we have been rich instead of so good looking?

Center isle.

Center aisle.

We are at 38,000 feet doing better than 600 miles per hour.  Stopped the steward and asked if this was normal.  He said the plane is okay, the sun is streaming in through the glass of the window.  The skin on the outside of the plane is intact.  He said the insulation has settled over the years, letting the light shine through.

We are at 38,000 feet doing better than 600 miles per hour. Stopped the steward and asked if this was normal. He said the plane is okay, the sun is streaming in through the glass of the window. The skin on the outside of the plane is intact. He said the insulation has settled over the years, letting the light shine through.

 

It was much different flying during the day as there was much more activity and very little sleeping. We watched shows, played games, tried to sleep, and got up and stretched a fair bit. The flight was smooth and we arrived back in Atlanta around 4:00 PM. That is when the frustration began. Going through Customs was a joke. You have to go to a little machine and put your passport into the machine that will then print out a copy of your picture from your passport. No photography allowed. Then you go through Customs and several other security areas where you show your passport several times before you give up the picture copy. Seemed like such a waste of time, energy and money to me. Anyway, then we had to walk about a mile to the luggage place – only to be told we had to go back upstairs to get our luggage because we weren’t on a connecting flight. By this time I was very crabby and Michael hit the nail on the head when he said it was because I didn’t want to be coming home. So true. Wanted to be back in Europe. Since I couldn’t be back in Europe right now, I decided to check my attitude.

We have landed!

We have landed!

Lots of walking in Atlanta.

Lots of walking in Atlanta.

First bathroom after deboarding.

First bathroom after deboarding.

Long way to everywhere.

Long way to everywhere.

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We got our luggage, took the shuttle to the area for the shuttle to the hotel, got on the shuttle to the hotel, got to the hotel, got our car.

Back at the domestic.

Back at the domestic.

Shuttle back to our car.

Shuttle back to our car.

We were a little worried about the car but the people at the Super 8, 4979 Old National Highway, College Park, Georgia are just so nice. When you leave the car you fill out the paperwork, but you have to sign for the car when you return. When I went into the office to sign for the car, the manager asked how the trip was and gave us some water for the road. How nice is that? Would use them again in a heartbeat.

We had thought we would get at least three hours under our belt before we pooped out and looked for a place for the night since we have such a long way to go; (Grand Lake, Afton, Oklahoma – about a ten or twelve hour drive). We got almost an hour before we stopped at another Super 8 and got a room.

A Super 8 lobby.

A Super 8 lobby.

It was clean, quiet and comfortable.  We went to bed at 7 PM.  Felt like 5 AM to us.  It was 5 AM in Rome.

It was clean, quiet and comfortable. We went to bed at 7 PM. Felt like 5 AM to us. It was 5 AM in Rome.

Standard room.

Standard room.

No TV.  We woke up at 4 am and left at 5 am.  We felt refreshed and knew we'd have a big drive ahead.

No TV. We woke up at 4 am and left at 5 am. We felt refreshed and knew we’d have a big drive ahead.

Michael went to a nearby Kentucky Fried Chicken and got us some dinner. That was our day. We went to bed and was dead to the world. Hope yours was great.

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