Flight to Phoenix
Sunday, March 1.
SIP -13 Days.
We flew to Phoenix to spend twelve days with Fran’s sister Ruth in Sedona. “We” was Fran, myself, and Fran’s sister Marnie who had flown in from Kabul, Afghanistan where she and her husband run a non-profit that is focused on supporting orphans and widows. We were traveling to Sedona to help Ruth who has been experiencing health issues and was in the midst of conducting an intensive month-long yoga training with students from around the world.
The pandemic was already in the news, but it was far away from all of us. Seatac airport was crowded. We ate breakfast at our favorite airport restaurant, and it was packed. Everyone was sitting next to each other. At the gate, people were lined up next to each other in the Southwest Airlines queue (no seat selection, just numbers). When we got to Phoenix, the normal crowds were there to rent a car. We had no feelings or knowledge about sanitation. There was no social distancing. We got in the car and drove up to Sedona.