Gwynnie had a great Opening Day yesterday with her 5 lbs 3 oz English side-by-side 16 gauge, which brought down each pheasant it saw (pheasants raised by David's 12-year-old Brittany, Hunter). Today, she travels to Vienna and Tuesday evening attends the great Staatsoper to see Il barbiere di Siviglia. Home Wednesday. Very excited.
Speaking of air travel, about two weeks ago she flew Eos Airlines round-trip to London's Stanstead Airport. Eos in an all-business-class airlines which offers 48 6'6" beds for 48 pax on a Boeing 757-200. Gwynnie arrived at JFK at 7:30 pm in Eos' free towncar and was met at the curb by a gent in a green blazer, who escorted her about 20 feet to a check-in desk, and then walked her to security. On the other side, another Green Blazer met her and escorted her to the Emirates Lounge, where she had a fabulous buffet dinner and her favorite champagne, Veuve Cliquot. At 8:30 Green Blazer escorted her and about 30 others to the plane, where she remained as a flight attendant too. After take-off, Green Blazer laid Gwynnie's bed out flat. With a cashmere blanket and Tempur-pedic pillow (and an Ambien), she zonked out and slept through breakfast (but Green Blazer had noticed and prepared a bag with breakfast)! On arrival, Gwynnie rocketed through baggage and immigration as one might expect with 30 people on their private airplane. Then an express train to the City's Liverpool Station, and she dragged her wheelie just down the block to the recently and wonderfully renovated Great Eastern Hotel.
All for $3,000 less than Virgin Atlantic, her previous favorite!
Editor: Gwynnie failed to mention that this well-travelled writing dog just returned from a 5-day hunting trip in Manitoba. For me, a trip is a big deal. Not for Gwynnie.
