Home Again
Easter, true to its spirit, was one full of surprises, pleasant memories and nostalgia. For some reason I thought I would be flying out on a Wednesday till a chance reminder from hubby on Monday night made me realize that I was actually flying out on Tuesday. Oh dear! Then it was a last-minute mad rush to pack. I ran helter-skelter trying to get everything packed into my bags while I ensured the luggage didn’t exceed the weight limit. By Tuesday evening I had finally packed it all, though stuffed would be a better word. Now I was excited to leave. My friend’s warning that they would charge me if I went even a bit over the luggage weight limit, had me do a last minute repacking. Having checked in online (I was within the weight limit, yay!) and being early, I was one of the first people to check-in. At the boarding gate I finally deciphered what the lady was announcing. It wasn’t a new word sones that I was hearing (like scones without the c) but ‘...