Being greeted at Denver airport

I’m stuck in the San Francisco airport waiting to get home to my family so I thought I’d use this time to reflect on the past few days. Last Sunday I flew from New York, where I live, to Denver. That night I ate at a lively local foods spot called Root Down and attempted to sleep. I’m actually a champion sleeper, but flying, hotels, and not being with my family interfere. Giving talks and going on television also make me nervous; I’m used to writing alone! That said I had a warm welcome and a good segment on Good Day Colorado/Denver’s local Fox station and then met with a bunch of local moms to chat about all things green at the Children’s Museum. A grade school/high school friend who has moved to the Denver area even showed up with her son — so nice to see a familiar face. I’m apparently not supposed to admit that I had some altitude sickness, but I’m an over-sharer. So there. Denver was gorgeous, but I did feel much better once we left.Here are some pictures from Denver. I especially adored the personal greeters in the airport who help direct you to your gate or transportation. This lady (above) even let me try on her fabulous hat.

Denver Children's Museum talk/signing books