My trip last night was good. Because of the unstoppable rain in Houston the plane was late 30 minutes leaving.
Something I don't understand is - Why would an airline going to a Latin American country over sell seats? (Usually airlines over-sell tickets in hopes that if some people do not show up the plane will still be full). The airlines would save themselves a lot of aggravation if the would just understand the Hispanic mind. We will show up!!! Not only will we show up, but we are taking our whole family with us. Yesterday's trip was no different, there were moms with kids, aunts, and grandmas carrying their huge colorful plastic bags with the red handles. I can only guess what they have in them. My old Tias do the same thing when they visit from Panama. Once my Tia Caca brought boxes of generic Kelloggs in one of her colorful bags. She was on a "special" diet and had to eat the corn flakes everyday.
The trip was fine. It did seem longer that the 4.5 hours it was supposed to take. I love traveling, but I hate the plane ride. It has been over a year since the last major airplane catastrophe and we are due. I just think that would be one of the most horrible deaths. If the plane would explode in mid-air (30,000 feet or so) it would not be problem, I would die instantly, but most plane crashes happen within 20 minutes of take off or landing. You will most likely feel everything. Anyway, enough about that. Happy happy thoughts.
I actually drove to the hotel last night and, yes, you guessed it, got lost, but at least I know where everything is at now.
This morning I got up and had breakfast by the beach. I had to work all day, but was able to move next to the pool in the afternoon.
So far the trip is good. J.R. gets here tomorrow.
Friday, June 25, 2004
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