PA: How to ensure you have a good flight...

We finally had to say goodbye to Philly and Reading Terminal Market.
We boarded the flight after enjoying random airport food at Earl of Sandwich.
In Minneapolis, we found ourselves running to meet the next flight.

Now we were in on the secret in advance, but we were honored to know the pilot- John Pinkerton! We've gotten shoutouts and all before but to actually know the pilot, have him in your wedding, stay in his house and so on...that was fun!

When we landed, we brought him to the house and took him out to lunch, a little Scottie's Drive-In before Matt and him took in a round of golf. We had steaks at our house before sending him back to his hotel room.

The vacation was officially over. What a bummer.

Flight attendant: Do you want to move up to Row 4? Business Economy?
MJR to ALR: Pays to know the pilot.
10 minutes later.
Flight attendant: Would you guys like a couple margaritas?
ALR to MJR: Pays to know the pilot!

Ode to a suitcase....

After our trip to Philadelphia, I was forced with a terrifying conclusion, I had to say goodbye and retire my beloved suitcase due to the breaking of handles beyond repair.

The suitcase came to me in Scotland and my parents helped pay for it. It has traveled to more parts of the world than some people...Scotland, England, Cabo, California, Washington, Chicago, St Maarten, Guatemala, Denver, Philly, and more. I've had endless outfits, bottles of sand, gifts/souvenirs, shoes, and who knows what else. It's had the same bow/blue shopping bag tied on it since day 1 and it hurt be just a little to say goodbye to a friend that has been with me for 10 years.

Goodbye old friend, your trips will not be forgotten.