Flying the Friendly Skies

The flight from Calgary to Dallas was one of the best flights I have ever had! I got an exit row to myself; it was nice and cool; Brent didn’t throw up on his very first flight; and we were mostly on time! I hoped that this would be an indicator of things to come. I was wrong. The flight to Miami loaded on time and then sat on the tarmac for 1.5 hours. It was hot and crowded, and you had to pay $3 for a cookie, but we all got to Miami eventually and even found our team member from Toronto. Brent has completed two flights like a pro. I think there is the potential for a world traveler in him.

Corinne has not stopped telling stories and laughing the whole trip. She has made both Jenna (her daughter) and Brent blush a couple of times. I just love vet stories! She engaged a Spanish-speaking seat mate on the last flight by butchering his language. He then very kindly tutored her for three solid hours. Nothing like a patient seat mate! Lyle, on the other hand, drew a minister as a seat mate and may have gotten saved by the time we touched down in Miami. The couple sitting next to Wilma quit bitching to her about the cold temperatures in Dallas when she informed them that it was snowing at her house two days before she left.
So now we sit in the Miami airport waiting to fly to Bolivia. We are very full, a little bit tired, punchy tired, and bored, writing a blog. At least the seats are comfortable and you can pick your seat mate in the lobby. I will have to wait to get to the jungle to get a reliable connection to post this—go figure! Bye for now.