La Bonne Nuit, Irene (Goodnight, Irene)

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Better to be safe than sorry–that’s what the air traffic controllers did to prevent a catastrophe. One night in Ft. Lauderdale gave us much-needed rest, a stroll through a museum and wetlands, and a nice dinner.

Without a glitch, our departure for St. Martin was on time. I had much trepidation knowing that somewhere along our flight path, Irene would be forging ahead in the opposite direction.

Not normally disturbed by small air pockets and bumps while flying–this time was different. I took care to watch the steward giving his obligatory spiel on safety instructions, following along with the safety card “in the seat pocket in front of [me].” 

So every time we hit an air “bump,” I envisioned getting caught up in the swirling vortex of Irene’s growing wrath, having to adon my life jacket, and afix the breathing apparatus to my face. Oh yeah, though, it got worse. I pictured myself the selfless heroine saving people helplessly floating around in the water: young children, elderly ladies, old men, luggage–My Lunch . . .  all the while snapping photos of the disaster and sharing my lime-marinated chicken sandwich and sea salt potato chips with the masses–thus saving the entire crew avec passengers!

O.K. I do have a tendency to let my imagination run wild, don’t I? Somewhere along the route, I, too, noticed a large, white furry creature standing on the wing. Oh man! It was worse than a B-rated movie. So, as we approached the hotel, I noticed clearing skies and  my imagination took hold of me again:

Terry held tight to the thick windsurfing kite sail cables as the crowd from the beach watched in awe . . .

Avoir un grand jour, mon amis!

from St. Martin, Antilles. ©Teresita Abad Doebley All rights reserved 2009-2011.

Quote of the Day for YOU: Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm.  Unknown

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19 thoughts on “La Bonne Nuit, Irene (Goodnight, Irene)

  1. Have a lovely time. I’m glad you got there safely. Now stay out of your imagination and enjoy yourself. C’est bonne.

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