In Other News...

Josephine Marshall Henderson-Frost herself turned up on my doorstep, aka the grass airstrip outside my house, the other morning. Since then, much fun has been had.

Most excitingly (or perhaps terrifyingly), I got a chance to fly the plane yesterday afternoon, when we were returning home from a day of flying, walking, eating, and running with Rodrigo the pilot. As we hopped in the plane, I announced how much of a kick I got out of co-pilot-ship. Next thing I know, we’re galloping down the runway as I’m being instructed on when to pull the steering-wheel-handle-thing out in order to point the plane’s nose up and take off.

Now, it is a truth universally acknowledged that my driving skills are sub-par and my experience on the road is minimal. Jo, sitting behind me, made the wise and admirable decision not to mention this truth to Rodrigo, so off we went, with me repeatedly confusing “nose up” with “nose down” and overcompensating for zig-zagging steering. Although even I was wondering whether this was a good idea, I managed to make enough progress to maneuver successfully between “the hill and the cloud,” as Rodrigo was encouraging me to do. After five or ten minutes of circle-making and ascending/ descending, I was allowed to relinquish controls for the landing.

Jo, being a fearless child and a loyal friend, managed to laugh, not cry, while taking a few photos of the endeavor.