After two false starts, yes, I re-scheduled my flight to Costa Rica,
not once, but twice and lost 7 days of my leg here but I actually made
it to the airport last night. The last few weeks have been a mad scramble and most things didn´t come easily, kind of like this spanish keyboard, but I won´t bore you with all the details, like moving in the rain, not everything fitting in the storage pod, and every phone call that should take 5 minutes, taking an hour but I´m now on my way so it´s already becoming a far off bad memory.
I am currently in El Salvador with a 5 hour layover which is the price I paid for changing my flight a second time. The flight to Costa Rica is only 50 minutes from here. I am thrilled that they actually have
internet and it´s free but you have to stand up. Oh well, makes up
for all that sitting in the plane. I´ve been trying to do some
research on where I´m going to sleep tonight. Because no, that didn´t
get done either along with my blog. But I will have the blog up sometime this week. I have to share my first panic moment of the trip. I´m at SFO, it´s 12 midnight and they begin boarding and I can´t find my passport or boarding pass! I look through my purse, my daypack and right when I´m about to check in at the desk to see if they were turned in, I feel something in my pocket. Ahhhh... the first disaster is quickly diverted. I had to wonder how many more times will I go through a similar experience?
