Slept about 1.5 hour…. Better than none. Left all the lights on so I would not “really” sleep. Guess it worked because I woke up in 15-20 minute intervals. Awake at 3 am…… up by 3:30. It was soooooo cozy snuggling under the warm blankets. Finished packing….. not that it was organized like I wanted it to be, but, passport and immunization documents are visible, money is present but not visible. Guess that’s about all I really need.

I was out the driveway by 6:30. Andrew makes THE BEST coffee. Not Seattle’s Best, THE BEST. Had a multigrain bagle, toasted, dry at Dunkin Donuts on Main Street. THE “girls” met me there for a send off. It was supposed to be a surprise, but, I didn’t go on the bus so we had to coordinate our vectors abit. On the road by 7:30……… warmer day than it has been lately….. temp reading in the high twenties. Made it to Houlton in about an hour…… SWEET! Love that 75 mph zone between Houlton and Bangor. Driving down the interstate, it dawned on me that I really am on my way to Tanzania….. let that soak in. Started obsessing, worrying abit about getting lost in Portland or not making my 1:30 Concord Coach connection….. or a long line, or forgetting something, or whatever I could obsess about. 

I made really good time on I-95, arrived a skosh early without getting lost (YAY Janice the GPS), switched up my red bag for zipper pouches in my gizmo courier bag. Found my drive to the bus station. We are off, I’m thinking in really good time. Trouble is, I didn’t say WHICH bus station, so we went to Greyhound. Oops! Tried to be calm…. For traffic, for GPS directions, for red lights. (DO NOT CHECK THE TIME, I said patiently to myself. EITHER YOU MAKE IT OR YOU DON’T.) My drive finds her way…….. I don’t recognize anything, but that is not a stretch for me on any given day. I can read the Concord Coach sign…… but we are across a driveway and cannot drive across….. oh well. There is a walk way. I piled out in a hurry……. NO PROBLEM. NO line to wait in. Bought my roundtrip PTLD-LOGAN. A gentleman helps me with my bag. “Which airline?” he says. I think he’s lost his noodle…. Even I can tell that this is NOT an airport, it’s the CONCORD BUS DEPOT. I say nothing as we proceed to the bus. OH, DER……. Which airline? We are going to Logan and the bags are loaded on by terminal of exit. Oh, ah, KLM, I finally respond.
In the airport now. Cannot access WI-FI, cause I am soooooo TEKKIE. Found a nice quiet place in a corner where I can charge my celly…not sure why, I won’t be able to use it … something compulsive I think. But, I can figure out how to log my day on a word document.
LOTS of well wishes, prayers and good thoughts have been received along the way. Thank you to all. Asante sana. Now, I will still myself to discover what is on my journey. I look forward to sleep on the flight.
I miss “my girls” my travel companions……..