2003-01-29 :: Voting ourselves off the Island
Aye, today was a sad day because it's the day we had to leave
the sunny islands and return to our wintery, land-locked city.
This morning we woke up, packed our suitcases, and caught a
taxi to the airport. Overall, the airport was a bit annoying.
Not because it was disorganized (which it seemed to be), but because
it was the first time we had to mix back in with Americans in
a while. Americans who still can't understand why their luggage
is being inspected (maybe the Grenada security people didn't see
your "taxpayer, non-terrorist" passport). Oof.
I do my little dance on the tarmac
After we checked our bags (and paid the Grenada exit fees), we
went into the airport terminal and immediately started looking
for something to blow our remaining EC money on. Considering
that the airport had rum, t-shirt, and jewelry shops, I think we
kept our heads by only buying some breakfast (ok.. and about 5 candy
bars for the road). Waiting around for our flight was a drag, as
we had to once again hang out with the other Americans and listen
to loud people talk about their tropical experiences at different
Yep, that's Union -- Photo By Amy!!!
All of our three flights were rather uneventful. Changing planes
in Costa Rica was a nightmare, because we had less than an hour to
do the customs shuffle. Amy was fairly pissed at the lack of
concern and instructions exhibited by the guards. We did the O.J. (er..
as in airport dash, not wife killing) and just caught our flight out.
In Miami we had a two or three hour layover, which we used to explore
the airport in great detail. Guess what we found there? My next door
neighbor (the one in the wheelchair). He was visiting family or
something (in addition to the airline losing part of his wheel chair,
they also managed to lose his brother. Whoops!).
While in the Miami Airport, I found one of them-there Internet
Touch-screen phones and managed to fire off an email to Kelly begging
for him to come pick us up in Atlanta. When our flight got in, we were
happy to see the fine young lad attempting to decipher the coded
information on the baggage terminal monitors (hmmm.. maybe he never
actually got our message at all, maybe he was just receiving a
transmission from the mothership). In any case he graciously drove us
to L5P/East Atlanta, where we promptly ordered beers and a large pizza
with jalapeņos. mmm.. yeah, jalapenos, that's just what traveling
people should be eating.
I feel like I should end this whole trip-capade thing with some
Jerry Springer-style closing thoughts. Er.. Thanks a bunch, Tim
and Cambria, for everything. It was great to see you guys (especially
in the islands), and once again, you defend your "coolest people
we know" title belt. Hopefully, we can talk Steve and Tuba into
coming down to see you (at which point we'll turn them into
taco-mix mules for you). Aye.. It's going to be hard getting used to
this weather again..