Westin Hotel, BWI Airport
We deliberated for weeks on how best to relocate to the West Coast. We ultimately decided to fly. We purchased two intimidating-in-size, rolling fortresses of bags, the largest allowed to be checked on a plane. This was an absolute mistake. Two, medium-sized bags instead of one massive one would have been a much better plan. Checked bag weight is limited to 50 pounds. 51 to 100 pounds requires overweight fees and over 100 pounds requires you to go to the freight side of the airport and ship it as freight. We had a very early flight to LA so we got a room the night before at the Westin BWI, airport. It was a newer hotel. The room was clean and exactly what we expected. We gave it a grade (C). C is very good. C is our default grade. (Please see grading chart). The gentleman at check in was a tad off-putting with his can-do spirit. Very professional, but with a megawatt caffeine overload. I struggled to meet him at a respectable level to converse. He was extremely kind and a wealth of information. 90% of it we did not need to know, but he was determined that we were going to learn today. Reluctantly, we ordered a burger and fries to the room to share. I think we felt inspired by the sea salt on the fries 🍟🤔. We slept soundly. The bed was way too soft, zero support of the spine. Despite some people liking soft mattresses, we are not birds we are mammals and the spine must be supported. There is a big difference between what is perceived to feel good and what is supportive of one’s spine. It’s how you feel when you wake and over a prolonged period of time that counts. We woke early hit the gym, took care of the three S’s (Sh*t, Showered & Shaved) and rolled our “freight” to the lobby. During last night’s master class at check in information overload, I missed the part about breakfast not being complimentary. 🙂 I grabbed two eggs and Melissa a yogurt while waiting for the shuttle bus. Mistake! The snacks we grabbed while waiting were not complimentary at all. They were $17.95 each. SMH Melissa gave me a look that said ‘why do a listen to you’. lol Good question at times. We boarded the shuttle, it was just Melissa and I on it. The driver was a very kind man. He was very helpful and all in with the bags. As we road the short distance to Southwest Airlines check in, our conversation turned to our parents and him recently losing his mother. I shared with him my loss and then it turned into a medical consult. He had a lot of questions about his own cardiovascular health. He slowed the shuttle down a little because the conversation had gotten quite good at this point. As we jumped out, I dug deeper for a tip than what I was initially holding because of his Herculean assistance loading/unloading bags and the brief but engaging convo. LA here we come!
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