(No, it's not suddenly February... I'm now connected via Italian wifi, and thus the date goes mm/dd/yy. Those silly Europeans! ;]. )
Surprisingly, we both slept pretty soundly on a pre-journey night -- I'll take it. I think it helped, too, that we didn't have to get up before the night crickets packed up their gigs.
Fast forward to SA International Airport -- few crowds for midday Saturday, nicely so -- and the typical wait time filled with a little lunch, a couple of bathroom visits, some walking, and warming a gate seat.
But now it's changing! This is our first time *ever* to fly firrrrrrrst class, yes indeedy! Of course, we can't use that term, I guess for PC reasons or such, and with Delta it's referred to as Premium. Whatever. It's a first, regardless of what safe space you live in.
Like other things luxurious, I grapple with feeling guilty. I mean it's frivolous in the big picture, and I guess I have a hard time justifying it? But I'm blessed to get to have experiences like this, and Marty calls those shots....what a guy.
We booked quite early out, plus had a fairly hefty airline credit, so the gauntlet was thrown and we're flying like George Jefferson on this trip. My only fear....how do you go back???