Good ol' Phoenix Airport

It has been marvelous for once in my life that I'm not rushed hopping planes to San Luis Obispo through Phoenix...although now we are delayed because of mechanical issues.

Unfortunately no surprise when your flying America Worst, but yuck.

Many times I have had to make a crazy mad dash run to the other side of the airport, but today I had a two hour layover...sigh...how beautiful. I even purposely walked across the airport to get Starbucks coffee, the tall ginger bread latte.


One of the more hairy connections in Phoenix was when my sister and I had 15 minutes to make it across the airport. She had just had hip surgery so we had called ahead for a wheel chair...which she absolutely despised and protested against.

However, with a gimp hip and 15 minutes to catch our flight I insisted that she use it.

This nice young boy was ready for us with the wheel chair as we walked off the flight. He proceeded to then take his leisurely time getting my sister situated in the wheel chair and started making polite conversation as he slowly made his way across the terminal.

In spite of his slow pace and my sister's death glares, we made it to our gate with 3 minutes to spare. We might have been able to make it sooner without our kind, turtle paced escort. Sorry sis ;) Love ya!