we woke up in queenstown, new zealand, this morning. after final packing and showers and breakfast, we drove 5 1/2 hours north to christchurch, where we caught a flight to auckland. now we’re in the koru club (air new zealand’s lounge, which i can access since i fly so much on united), about to board our flight to san francisco, then on to san diego. we arrive in san diego around 5:15pm on thursday (which is odd, since we’re leaving auckland at 7:10pm on thursday).
our family, who are all reasonably seasoned travelers, just went through our worst attempt at a security check point. we didn’t get held up or anything; but we did everything wrong. jeannie forgot to pull out her plastic bag o’ carry-on liquids, and couldn’t find it. liesl forgot she had liquids, and they weren’t in a ziploc bag. max made a joke about liesl bringing a screwdriver, and, in my panic, i grabbed his wrist to explain to him why he could never do that, and i accidentally pinced his wrist against his bracelet, which caused him to start screaming and crying right there in the line. it was an entire oestreicher family security check-point melt-down.
it will be good to be home. of course, i’m on a 6-something-a.m. flight tomorrow morning to atlanta.