Originally Posted by
pragakhan
Not really a welcoming experience but just my general attitude when I come home after being gone for a week or two. I am usually incredibly pissed off!
It is not for any general reason that I can deduce, I enjoy what I do and enjoy traveling. I am not saying I am mean nasty person to be around, I just generally request peace and quiet (no kids friends over) and the very next day no plans of any sort. For whatever reason I need one day, once home, of doing absolutely nothing, to get over my trip!
I do enjoy pulling boxes and bags of small gifts out for everyone once I walk in the door.
Mr. Kipper usually gets grouchy the day or weekend before he leaves on a trip.
Originally Posted by
dcpatti
Since we usually travel together, the Mister has gotten into the after-landing habit of dragging my suitcase past security while I visit the ladies' room, and I meet him at the coffee kiosk (Mayorga in DCA) where he's already picking up lattes for both of us. If we're landing late at night, he picks a coffee for himself and a bottle of water for me. We never officially decided to make this a routine; just sort of happened that way, and we do our little ladies-room-and-Mayorga mission like clockwork when we land.
No similar ritual when I travel solo--- I don't usually bring him presents as we have too much clutter anyway, and most of my work trips are to places where he's already been (and not too much of a selection of exciting gifts on my 14th trip to Tampa...), and I usually drive to/from the airport. I just text him to let him know I landed OK, although sometimes he will be camped out on the porch when I pull up, and he'll carry in the bags.
That's sweet! Our once home ritual is that I'll go inside and leash up the dogs, while he carries his bags to the porch. Both dogs go crazy when they see him, so he'll be mobbed by them once they're outside.
Originally Posted by
ssb2045
Not exactly a homecoming tradition per se, but when my gf picks me up at ORD or when I drive people there, we always stop at the Culvers just north on River Road, right under the rwy 22 approach. Can't beat a butterburger while watching planes. (except for in-n-out by LAX, but that a whole 'nother thread)
Is it a tradition on the way to and from the airport, or just from?