Whoever coined this phrase should get the proverbial gold star, because
it is absolutely, 100 percent, without a doubt, absolutely true.
Almost immediately after returning from the UK, I began having vivid
dreams/visions about being on another airplane. I did find it rather
curious, seeing as my last interval between plane rides was oh, roughly
eighteen years, but I've also come to understand that said dreams often
hold the key to future events and I would do well to pay attention.
Initially, I thought it meant I was going back to the UK MUCH sooner
than expected (especially given my chance to win that trip to Scotland
last week.)
I had a rough night last night. The vibration from the aircraft in my
dream was so vivid I could feel my heart pounding in my throat as the
panic began to overwhelm me. The engine noise was thundering through my
feet, I remember feeling like my whole body was being electrocuted with
the force of it. I know Mom was with me, and we were landing, landing
in an unknown city, for an unknown reason. I tasted rust. Metalic rust.
At first I thought my mouth was bleeding, that I'd bitten down on my
tongue, in the full throws of panic. Then it hit me, adreniline.
Adreniline was surging through my whole body trying to counteract the
panic. I have to laugh now when I think of that fight or flight
impulse, because at this point, I would have taken anything but flight.
To me, flight meant staying on the plane and just no, nope, last thing
I wanted to do. But what was I doing here and why was my Grandfather
smiling at me, chuckling really, with no sound coming from his
lips?. Not funny Grandpa.
Only it kind of is, because well, Mom and I won a trip today, a trip to
"Little Europe," also known as Quebec. LOL All this time, I've been
hoping for "Big Europe" in a big hurry, and instead I get "Little
Europe" and one of the most despised areas in all of Canada. Here's the
thing though, Quebec is notoriously beautiful, it's her people that
have been known to turn their noses up at the rest of us. So, now's her
chance to prove me wrong and give me three glorious days to
explore/appreciate her virtues.
We called in on a lark and won with an ease we haven't seen in awhile.
This after a friend just asked me "How often do you win on the radio?"
Here's my revised answer. Sometimes you can't win to save your life,
sometimes you want it so badly you can taste it, but then, then,
there's times like this; when it falls into your lap and you hope it's
for a good reason, you hope you earned it just a little, because you
struggle through the day to day stuff and would appreciate a break just
like this one, as you and Mom talk about pricing out a fall getaway,
that maybe, just maybe, you can snag for free.
Here's the link to the fancy hotels/train ride. I must say, this train ride sounds amazing, ipads and all...
http://www.chrisrobinsontravelshow.ca/D
http://www.lemassif.com/en/train
http://www.fairmont.com/frontenac
http://www.fairmont.com/richelieu
it is absolutely, 100 percent, without a doubt, absolutely true.
Almost immediately after returning from the UK, I began having vivid
dreams/visions about being on another airplane. I did find it rather
curious, seeing as my last interval between plane rides was oh, roughly
eighteen years, but I've also come to understand that said dreams often
hold the key to future events and I would do well to pay attention.
Initially, I thought it meant I was going back to the UK MUCH sooner
than expected (especially given my chance to win that trip to Scotland
last week.)
I had a rough night last night. The vibration from the aircraft in my
dream was so vivid I could feel my heart pounding in my throat as the
panic began to overwhelm me. The engine noise was thundering through my
feet, I remember feeling like my whole body was being electrocuted with
the force of it. I know Mom was with me, and we were landing, landing
in an unknown city, for an unknown reason. I tasted rust. Metalic rust.
At first I thought my mouth was bleeding, that I'd bitten down on my
tongue, in the full throws of panic. Then it hit me, adreniline.
Adreniline was surging through my whole body trying to counteract the
panic. I have to laugh now when I think of that fight or flight
impulse, because at this point, I would have taken anything but flight.
To me, flight meant staying on the plane and just no, nope, last thing
I wanted to do. But what was I doing here and why was my Grandfather
smiling at me, chuckling really, with no sound coming from his
lips?. Not funny Grandpa.
Only it kind of is, because well, Mom and I won a trip today, a trip to
"Little Europe," also known as Quebec. LOL All this time, I've been
hoping for "Big Europe" in a big hurry, and instead I get "Little
Europe" and one of the most despised areas in all of Canada. Here's the
thing though, Quebec is notoriously beautiful, it's her people that
have been known to turn their noses up at the rest of us. So, now's her
chance to prove me wrong and give me three glorious days to
explore/appreciate her virtues.
We called in on a lark and won with an ease we haven't seen in awhile.
This after a friend just asked me "How often do you win on the radio?"
Here's my revised answer. Sometimes you can't win to save your life,
sometimes you want it so badly you can taste it, but then, then,
there's times like this; when it falls into your lap and you hope it's
for a good reason, you hope you earned it just a little, because you
struggle through the day to day stuff and would appreciate a break just
like this one, as you and Mom talk about pricing out a fall getaway,
that maybe, just maybe, you can snag for free.
Here's the link to the fancy hotels/train ride. I must say, this train ride sounds amazing, ipads and all...
http://www.chrisrobinsontravelshow.ca/D
http://www.lemassif.com/en/train
http://www.fairmont.com/frontenac
http://www.fairmont.com/richelieu
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