Trains Planes and Ferries

Yesterday, Amy and I left arguably the most gracious hosts ever (Adam & Jeanine) at the BART Station, and began the next leg of the honeymoon. We BARTed into the Mission District of San Francisco to have dinner with friends before catching the redeye to Boston. Thankfully the restaurant we planned on was closed because it opened up the opportunity to go to a fabulous Senegalese restaurant called Bissou Baobab...highly recommend it. Great food, cheap beer, horrible service.

Amy passed out as soon as the plane backed away from the tarmac, and I followed closely behind but not for long. The first time I heard about Restless Leg Syndrome I thought it was a joke, then I experienced it this spring on a flight from PDX to Atlanta. Needless to say, RLS made it pretty much impossible for me to sleep. After a while Amy woke up and repositioned herself to use me as a platform for keeping her pillow in the right spot. This move, which I wanted to fully support as a loving and dedicated husband, sparked RBS - Restless Body Syndrome. I fought RBS as long as I could by making minor movements, adjustments, deep breathing, directing my mind away from reality....nothing worked. To Amy's annoyance, she was awakened to me telling her I was unable to sit still. Here comes the interesting part.

When we boarded I couldn't help but notice a woman wearing a surgical mask eagerly watching the other people in her row get situated before plopping down next to her. This woman looked "normal" except for the mask but I referred to her as The Crazy Lady for the remainder of the flight anyway. So it's god knows what time (we took off at midnight and I slept for maybe a half hour, etc) and I look over to see that the only other person awake is...you guessed it, The Crazy Lady. She was WOLFING down a $5 footlong and reading a trash novel under the only light in the plane. No mask, just a $5 footlong in one hand and a trash novel in the other...one monster bite per every two pages of trash. I think I dozed off because the next time I looked over, the sandwich was gone, the book was gone and she was contorted in a way I've never seen before, on a plane. Additionally, The Crazy Lady's window was now the only window open, bringing in the only light into the plane, shinning on - you guessed it, my face. WTF?

Baggage claim, the Peter Pan bus ride to Woods Hole, and the ferry ride to Oak Bluffs were all smooth. This is my first trip to Martha's Vineyard and I am very excited about the opportunity to meet Matha!