Back the Way I Came
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The day started at twenty after four, when Nellie woke me up. I got showered and ready to go. We left for the airport by 5:30, even though we were going to leave at five. (Jay doesn't exactly get in a hurry to do anything.)
I got checked in without any problems; I was able to keep my Nicaraguan visitor's card with me without losing it or misplacing it. After getting checked in, I did a whirlwind shopping spree for souvenirs. I was able to find some trinkets for myself (including a gorgeous collectible doll) as well as gifts for my family.
Jay and Nellie stayed with me until I was to the security checkpoint. It was more of an emotional good-bye than I expected. I don't actually know Jay and Nellie all that well, but they were so gracious as to let me come and visit.
On my way to the gate, I grabbed a pineapple pastry. I got to the gate just before boarding, so I saved it until I was on the plane. As the plane filled, I was lucky enough to hope that my row was empty. Sure enough, the plane wasn't full and I had my entire section to myself, much easier to fall asleep. I did notice our flight pattern over Cuba (it was dark when we flew over coming down), so I wanted to wake up just before going over. Knowing that, I didn't fall completely asleep, and was able to take some pictures of the forbidden land because I'm afraid that's as close as I will ever come to Cuba.
I was afraid of my connection time in Atlanta. I had just an hour and a half to get off the plane (from the back, no less), claim my luggage, go through customs, re-check my bag, go through security and get to the gate. But, while I was waiting to get off the plane, I overheard a group discussing the connection time for the St. Louis flight. Oh, good -- they won't leave a whole group behind! I got through customs like a pro. My saving move was taking the stairs rather than the escalator to bypass 50 people. I made it to the gate with a little time to spare, even having time to grab a blueberry muffin from Seattle's Best Coffeeshop.
The flight from Atlanta to St.
The funny thing was, for some reason I just wanted to ride in the truck, that's all I'd been thinking about for a couple days. And I got to... Dad had been on a job in Missouri and Mom picked him up in Lebanon to come to the airport. That's why they weren't there when I arrived. I got to ride with him home from there.