One week from tomorrow, I’ll travel solo with the girls to Boston. This will be my first time doing so with both girls, and I admit to being nervous.
I have extremely tight connections in Tokyo and DC. While I think the Tokyo connection will be fine–I only have to get off the plane, get through security and get to another plane, and there’s an elite flyer security line at Narita. However, I am worried about Dulles. I have ninety minutes to take their “people mover” (think giant moving box on wheels), clear customs and immigration, get my bags and re-check them. Assuming I can find a porter, it should be fine. If I can’t find a porter, it is a lock that I will miss my DC-Boston flight as moving five suitcases and two children is more than I can manage with only two hands. I have looked into booking a porter and it doesn’t seem that Dulles does that (or if they do, the instructions on how to do so are buried beyond the skill level of my google-fu).
To be fair, the tight connection in DC was my choice. There are better, longer connection in San Francisco and Chicago. However, the plane that is flown between Tokyo and DC has in seat entertainment in coach. Considering that was the key to keeping Ellie happy last time (she watched The Lion King over and over and over), and kept me relatively happy as well, it seemed like the best flight pattern. Also, I have never flown through O’Hare (Chicago) without disaster striking, so I tend to be superstitious and want to avoid it.
Rhiannon will be flying in her own seat. While it is realistic to fly with a baby in lap across country, or even from Boston to Western Europe, 30+ hours is 20+ hours too many to hold a wriggly nine month old (ten month old on the way back). My back and my sanity will thank me. If it were not established that she hates the in-flight bassinet, I might have considered trying that, but given her history with the bassinet on the Singapore-Sydney flight, I’m not willing to risk it. This also means that Rhi, Ellie and I will have our own little row, which is a relief.
However, I have already begun to repeat my travel mantra…
This too, shall pass
The worst flight can only last so long.
Eventually we WILL land at Logan where grandparents, Dunkin Donuts, and the baw-ston accent will embrace us. We will be shuttled to Friendly’s where too large portions of fried American food and bowls of American ice cream will fill our bellies after almost 30 hours of subsisting on what we bring ourselves (and if we are exceptionally lucky, airplane food that is merely unfortunate as opposed to repulsive). My in-laws will take us to their house, where we have rooms we consider “ours” and the luxury of a shower that doesn’t run out of hot water after only 15 minutes.
Keep us in your thoughts next Wednesday. If anyone has mystical powers that can make a plane land early or make porters appear…your help with the DC part of things would be much appreciated.