We drove to Dunkin Donuts for what we anticipated to be a speedy on-the-go meal, but ended up being there for half an hour as the two slowest women on Earth took our orders and messed up Claudia's food three times. When we went into town the first store we needed to go to was closed, and the cookie store didn't have the kind that Jil wanted.
"Let's just go home, I think we're done here" was the general consensus.
We drove to the airport, this time not in rush hour traffic, and also this time in the daylight. We could see the beautiful water as we drove over bridge after bridge, and the big mansions that Oprah and other celebrities had as vacation homes. About a third of the way into our drive, we stopped in Islamorada for a pee break (I wasn't lying when I said I always have to pee), and Jil showed us the beautiful spot where she had wanted to take us on our way down for dinner and drinks. It's a shame, it would have been an amazing start to our trip had we not been delayed for ten years of our lives.
|One last group pic with our best friend, the selfie stick|
|The monster to the left of the shark was easily 6 ft long. WHY ARE YOU SO BIG, FISH?|
They boarded us 30 minutes late, and then we sat on the runway (Tarmac? Airport driveway?) for a full hour waiting for the rain to let up. We then noticed that none of the seats had air sickness bags, so I started doing inventory in my head of how many random plastic bags I had in my carry-on that I could give to Carol if need be.
We finally got off the ground and again we had turbulence. Not as bad as the trip down, but enough for us to grab the seats in front of us again. We landed in Atlanta and they told us we had 10 minutes to get off and do whatever before we had to board again. We ran off, peed quicker than we had peed before, went to board the plane, and were told it would still be about a 20 minute wait.
So we just threw our bags on the ground and sat where we stood. Chairs be damned, they were a full two feet away.
The second leg of the flight went so smoothly that I thought, "If every flight was like this, I would fly all the time". Literally the SECOND that thought left my mind, our plane started shaking again and the pilot came on and told us there would be some turbulence. At that point, I was so exhausted I literally don't even remember what I was thinking.
At around 10:30 that night we landed, and by 11:45 we were home.
Although the travel to and from was hell, the trip itself was amazing, albeit exhausting. I'll tell you one thing though; as I sat in my apartment the next day, with the temperature outside barely reaching 60 degrees as it poured for 24 hours straight, I desperately longed to be back in those muggy, sunny, iguana filled Florida Keys.
|The EP Ladies|