Finishing the visit in Bangalore

Wednesday was an uneventful day. Dad went to Chennai for a quick work visit to a development center he works with, and was glad for the opportunity since he was practically "in the neighborhood." He flew out in the morning, and was back by late evening to meet up with us out for a nice dinner at BBQ Nation. It's one of my favorite restaurants with all you can eat "sizzlers" aka kabobs that you cook right at your table. Caden fell asleep at the table and was half-asleep as we got in the car. But when his grandma asked half-rhetorically why are there so many dogs in India, he sat bolt upright and scolded her: "grandma! They're not called dogs in India, they're STRAY dogs." Apparently, our lesson on don't pet dogs that don't have a collar has made an impression.
Thursday was departure day for Goa with an early afternoon flight. Dad was ready to head for the airport upon awakening (a little bit anxious I should say), while I wasn't even packed. Oh the different styles (more to come on that). I strolled up to lunch, and couldn't help but observe that I'm really glad I don't have to cut the lawn with a hedge clippers. Heck, I don't even have to cut the lawn here.Our last lunch was up at the clubhouse in Palm Meadows, and was pleasant despite the time schedules. Wade had disappeared to get Caden from school, and there was "Danger" of being late to leave for the airport at the favored six hour lead time.But we were still happy and took a minute to take in the clubhouse scenery before heading to our beach vacation.Even Caden made it and had time to eat his fish and fries, and then join in the crowd demanding immediate departure.
And we were off...
Does someone look a little stressed?
As it were, we made it to the airport in about 20 minutes, cleared check-in without delay and had only 90 minutes to wait to board our plane. But both Dad and Wade were happy, and insisted we clear security as soon as possible and find seats close to the gate, checking in every three minutes or so as to whether we could board now. They also learned a fun fact about India's airports and planes - non-alcoholic beer only. It's fascinating to me as well that although admittedly type A (really, I admit it), I prefer to travel without a schedule. At least I'm happy to get to the airport at any time before departure, swing my luggage on board and jump on as the plane starts to taxi...