The crowning glory of non-rev travel

So here Don and I are in DFW airport......the drama has begun.  As with previous years, the flights that look the best soon dwindle down to a precious few.  A flight attendant friend suggest that with the possible merge scramble they are now offering rock bottom prices on oversea's flights.  Are you kidding me!!!!!!  Why have I heard nothing about this.  But after much debate between us we came up with Frankfurt instead of the very late London flight that would provide us with a very long day of travel the next day.  The only thing that could derail this plan would be ugly ugly ugly seats in coach.
Later on how this all comes out in the wash...............................

Rosita to Rome

So tomorrow is the big day for Don and I.  We have been planning this trip for over a year with family and friends.  All looks good this year for travel.  As good as non-rev travel can be I guess.  The last time we went there was a hurricane on the east coast that required us to leave 2 days earlier than expected.  And the first year we ever left the country we lost our sweet Sue just days before our travels.  Now it is my dear, sweet friend Rosi.  She is in trouble with cancer and never fails to show us all up on how life is truly to be lead.  She has her head held high and continues the good fight with whatever life gives her.
When we got the word how really, really bad it was and that we didn't think she had much time.  We all rushed to be with our friend.  But she was just showing us yet again how much the human body can endure and what fighting really looks like.
I didn't really feel much about Italy at that time.  Couldn't seem to muster up the fun factor.  For a number of days there it was just blank.  But if you look at all the pictures of Rosi, this being one of them with her daughter Keema, you see how life should be lived.  I wish I could post them all, they show all her travels, and zip lining, and taking on all that life has to offer.....but then it would be a blog about her....and I don't feel like that is what she would care for.  She would kill me for saying this, but without ever saying a word, she is a bit of a teacher with her life.
As we talked in the hospital about all the crazy stuff we have done in the past....going down memory lane, realizing that it has been over 25 years.....WHATTT!!!!  And then she stops and says "but hey isn't your Italy trip soon"  We stop looking at all that has been and she starts talking about all that will be from her hospital bed.  From how much fun we will have in Italy and bring back lots of pic's to ....."when I go back to work I am going part time....now more full time for me"  Rosi continues to live.

I know feel like that when I get back, I fully expect that she will be home and continuing the good fight. More than likely she will be planning her next trip.  Maybe hang gliding!!!!  She knows that the cancer has spread....she does not care.

So tomorrow the adventure continues.........................................