The airline of course lost my bag. I was first told it would arrive at my hotel Saturday afternoon. I made it abundantly clear as "nicely" as possible that I needed my bag delivered Friday evening. In an effort to ensure I did not miss its delivery, I twice informed the hotel front desk to call me on my mobile. My bag finally arrived at 11:30 pm. Do you think anyone called me? Nope.
It sat at the front desk for two hours until I finally called at 1:30 am. I of course had to go down and pick it up. None of this is the end of the world by any means, but for someone who has pretty good travel luck ... this was pretty bad.
Today I picked up my bib and did a little walking tour of Mobile. It was 67 and sunny here. That's pretty crazy considering two days ago I was braving record cold in DC where the high - yes the high - was 0.
Tomorrow is race day. Let's see if I can keep my time in the 1:30s. More pics to come.
|Spot of Tea for breakfast|
|Mobile Spanish Plaza|
|A little Confederate history|
|Classic Southern architecture reflecting an antebellum lifestyle|
|I like historical cemeteries|
|Creator and first inhabitant of the Oakleigh House from above|
|I failed to investigate who this was but did you know Mardis Gras began in Mobile and not New Orleans?|
|Ribs, collard greens, field peas, mash potatoes, and corn bread ... heaven|