Airport Codes

Harley, the scary black cat you met at Halloween, always hides under the bed when he sees the cat-carrier. He doesn't travel well.

I'm getting that way, too. My olive green suitcase - with its bright you'll-never-get-it-off orange security sticker from Warsaw airport - sits empty on the bed awaiting fresh shirts and socks.

Time to roll again. Work beckons. Last week's post can be renamed "islands in a dream."

Here is where I'm going in airport code-speak if you are interested:

RSW -ATL - AMS - MUC - TIA - MUC - AMS - BRU - MAD - ATL - RSW.

MAD, indeed.

These long trips are getting tougher on the body and soul.

I'll try and write from Europe. Let's see if I can find my way to TIA. This will be a first-time visit.