Can you imagine? Close your eyes for a moment and see yourself at the airport, with your two life-long friends, dressed alike, and you are looking at this! If this had been a reality TV show they would have had to go to commercial. I can not fully describe the level of anxiety that I felt. These two dear friends had entrusted me with this adventure. Oh my God (sorry Lord, gosh just wouldn't come close) what had I done? Me . . . miss travel all the time, miss "oh I'll take care of everything" . . . ME!!! I swear I almost started hyperventilating. I just sat there shaking my head, like that simple gesture would make that little plane icon turn south and head in the right direction. Both of these dear friends are obviously experiencing this situation from a very different point of view, (I'll get to that a little later) but they were absolute heroes to me. While I am wallowing in self deprecation, Charlotte says, "I'll go see what our options are," while Samantha just sat next to me saying. "it's all going to work out . . . so what if we don't get there tonight, we will get there, we just have to find another way . . . " Oh my God, for the second time (Sorry Lord!) I can't believe this is happening.
Fast forward to our making our way onto another plane, one scheduled to land in Houston, after first dropping off several folks in Dallas. I know, at least we were headed west! What did I skip: iPad searches for last minute flights, beseeching the airline personnel to bend rules, wave fees and basically take pity on us in our matching shirts and pants and shoes. (yes, that is right . . . everything matching except our underware. I was the only one not wearing our signature flip-flops because my pants were too long and I needed a little lift in my shoe. Other than that, we were cookie cutter as cookie cutter could be.) I must admit that as much of a control freak that I can be, my two dear companions rose to the occasion and took over . . . I, after all, who had nothing left to contribute, felt so incredibly bad and responsible that I was quite frankly, ready to go back home. Both Samantha and Charlotte said NO, we are NOT going home . . . we are going to Cabo . . . it may take a few days to get there, but we are going to paradise, period!
Who could argue with that logic? Not me. By the way, my screen name is Carrie in case you were wondering. So we boarded the flight to Houston, after the airline representative practically went to retrieve our heavy bags herself, and began this adventure that certainly wasn't starting out like we had dreamed or planned. Guess how many seats were left on the flight, 3; we couldn't sit together, but we did get to Dallas. Our flight landed late due to a departure delay from Birmingham (wonder why that happened). Once we deplaned, we had to RUN to make our connecting flight to Houston. Picture us running, in our matching Group Therapy t-shirts, through the Dallas airport. We did make it . . . to the gate that is!
To be continued . . .
PS - Take a look at this picture, in case you were wondering just how far off our planned route we were. Cabo San Lucas is at the very tip of the Baha Peninsula, at the bottom of the picture. As we were weighing our options when we first discovered the mistake, I think one of us thought we could rent a car and drive from San Jose, CA . . . NOT! (I think that was probably another one of my ideas)
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