Showing posts with label Salt Lake Airport. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Salt Lake Airport. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

BYU Women's Conference 2013

I'm here!
I'm here!
Ready for my annual battery--charging-spiritual-feast-laughing-eating-talking-shopping fest.

My Florida girls arrive tomorrow and the fun begins.
I left this morning and, as always, I was on the flight out of Palm Beach with random people I know. One was my personal trainer, Dave, who I used to meet M-W-F at 5:45am for about a year. We laughed that here we are...meeting early in the morning again. Our flight left at 5:35 from Palm Beach International. I was in Salt Lake City by 10am today.

My observation:
Flying in and out of Palm Beach = Lots of wheelchairs
Flying in and out of Salt Lake City = Lots of strollers and missionaries.
It's a beautiful sight!

The weather is beautiful (unlike any other BYU Women's Conference week in the past 8 years) and the flowers downtown Salt Lake are magnificent. It made me miss Ron and wish he was with me to enjoy the beauty.

Life is good!

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Airports

Distinct Airport Demographics..
The two airports I travel in and out of the most often are
Palm Beach International
and
Salt Lake City International.
If I did not know where I was going (blindfolded, ear plugged, etc), just entering the Jetway from the plane would tell me exactly where I am.....
In Salt Lake City,
these are the most common gate-checked items and they jam the jet way as we de-plane..... they carry lots and lots of babies.... (story on that later)
Last night, I knew I was home...arriving at Palm Beach International...the Jet Way in Palm Beach is always jammed with these.....

Carrying generally pushy, old and crabby passengers....
Ah....Welcome Home....Palm Beach County...there is just nothing like it! Mmmmmm
I am happy to be home. Salt Lake was great (COLD), General Conference was fabulous, and being with Ron was the best!!!!!
Time to hit life again.....
More on the trip as the week allows.
We are on spring break now. The Beach is calling our names!
I do have an Airplane Ride From H#%* story to write.