As late as last week I was thinking about canceling the trip.  I was elated about my Tour Season ending, and dreamed about getting into a hammock and doing nothing for two weeks.  Be careful what you wish for.  Two days after returning home I came down with pneumonia in both lungs and lay flat on my back.  Sustained only by chicken soup( thank you Cece) my situation seemed to  improve. But going to India with one billion people carrying all kinds of germs-and what about the airplane?

The compromise seemed clear- instead of traveling with the “huddled masses yearning to be free”, why not go business class!  We had enough miles to upgrade, so here I am.  United Club at SFO was nothing to write home about, but the flight did not disappoint.

.  “Hello, Ms Huth” I am warmly greeted as I ascend the stairs to the upper deck. The flight attendant ushers us to our seats and promptly hands us a glass of champagne.  We are in “pods” that convert into beds at the appropriate time.  I could get used to this.