Early Friday morning, I did something I have not yet done since Gordon died. Yes, yet another first!
I flew somewhere. In fact, I flew to Chicago.
Was Chicago my dream city to visit? No. Yet, I went. You may be wondering why I went, at all!
Well, I received a letter from Delta Airlines several months ago, regarding Gordon's and my Northwest Air (NWA) miles that had been converted to the Delta programme, when Delta took over NWA. It was then that I realized I had not notified NWA that Gordon had died.
I phoned Delta/NWA and was told to fax them a copy of Gordon's death certificate, which I did. Delta added Gordon's miles to my account.
However, the notice had also told me that the Delta programme was different than NWA's had been. NWA's programme was much better, in my opinion. You never lost your miles points.
However, Delta's do not work that way. In Delta's programme, in every two (2) year period, I must either use the points I've accumulated for air travel, or I must add to the existing points. There must be some activity in the account, or else the points are lost. Gone. They disappear.
Well, knowing I have enough points to fly to Europe, there was no way I wanted to lose them. Especially since I am not prepared to go at the moment.
So, my only alternative was to fly somewhere. Lord help me, was my first thought! It broke my heart thinking of going somewhere without Gordon. But, I knew I had to do it.
At first, I thought I would just fly somewhere and return the same day. After all, I'm not looking for a holiday, I was just wanting to fulfill my obligation to keep my points intact.
After checking out seat sales through Delta, I found that on certain days, Chicago was the place to fly to. The fare was reasonable. Although I didn't get a return flight the same day, I thought it was okay to stay overnight and return on an early morning flight the next day.
When researching for accommodation, I read horror stories about bedbug problems at hotels everywhere. Believe me, I don't want to ever come across that sort of problem and risk bringing them home!
In the end, I decided I would just stay in downtown Chicago, enjoy a nice dinner or maybe a play or something, return to O'Hare airport later in the evening and catch 40 winks at the airport before my early morning flight.
Well, this didn't happen. You see, my friend J decided I shouldn't go alone to Chicago. She had been there several times and insisted it was too dangerous for me to go alone.
Stay tuned! Tomorrow, you'll hear more about our adventure. Yes, J decided to join me!
Until next time...
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