On our way

Our last night in Anchorage was a bit hectic. We ate spinach salad from Costco, and packed. Here's the bed, loaded with clothes before they made it into the suitcase.
I went to bed about 1 a.m. with a get-up time of 5 a.m. That all worked. Peter was up until about 2:30, so he got 2.5 hours of sleep. But the morning went smoothly for us -- with Bill Sheridan giving us a ride to the airport. No problems with the Alaska Airlines flight. In Seattle, we had to switch terminals to get to Air France.

Here's Peter, in the Air France waiting area, looking very French already, don't you think?


















We had about an hour wait, so got some sushi from a place called Kobo. Pete got smoked salmon and I got California roll and we split them. It's a little scary looking at it close up.















I shot a little bit of video at the food court in the international terminal in Seattle. Pete is talking to his Dad in the Bronx. They are talking pasta.



Our Air France gate was S12, and there was a lovely blue banner announcing Air France there. The cabin crew was about 12, gathered in front of the gate listening to their director give them serious instructions about the flight. They looked all snappy in blue suits. We flew an Air Bus with 8 seats across. Pete and I had the two-seat row along the left windows. The details of our flight, the woman at the counter said, include dinner 45 minutes after we leave, free wine and drinks, breakfast 45 minutes before we land, and snacks in between. There is a movie, but I don't know what it is. These details are exciting to us because we're on vacation. We got one ticket on frequent flyer miles and the other one cost $1,600.

Next shot is our plane....can you tell I'm just a little excited to go?