With a reminder from Aunt Dorothy I began my journal about my trip to San Diego at the bus stop in Greenbelt, Maryland. A lot had already happened by this time, and my late start was in part due to that, but the biggest factor here was my short notice. Mixed messages kept everyone guessing as to who if anyone would end up going. So it wasn't until I was waiting at the bus stop for the express to the BWI airport that I felt things settle down. Mass transit can have that calming effect on me. It's similar to that feeling I used to get in high school at some point shortly before a test was handed out. “Okay, the preparation is over, now it's time to relax and ride the wave.” It's the point where worrying and running things over in one's mind clearly does no more good.
Tight time constraints preparing for the trip led to other difficulties. Since the Super Bowl was staring my trip in the rear end, room rates jumped in price by $200 per night, and since the game determining who would play in the bowl did not occur until the day I needed to be there, fans of four football teams were vieing with me for reservations. With my hotel allowance at only $99/night, I was uncertain to be fully reimbursed for my expenses until over a month after my return. So with the high demand for hotel rooms, my co–worker and I ended up way out in Carlsbad with a daily commute of an hour or so each way. Fortunately we were rewarded for our inconvenience by being in a hotel right on the beach.
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