It was a long day, but the end was lovely.
Alfredo and I were out the door early and got me to the Tucson airport around ten after six. Long line to check in, then some sitting around waiting to board the plane. Luckily I had some burritos Alfredo had made up for me, so I was able to munch away while I waited.
Shortly after departing Tucson, there came an announcement over the PA: Is there a doctor aboard? If so, please come to the rear of the plane.
Crap. Heart attack? Stroke? Is the person okay? Then: Would we be turning around?
A little while later: The man is going to be fine. However, we’re not going to be serving snacks or drinks for awhile, just water. We’ll serve when we’re able to.
Water. Long wait. Finally, less than an hour out of Atlanta, we got drinks and snacks.
As we touched down, another announcement: Please remain in your seats. We need to leave passage for the EMTs.
The man is not so fine?
A short time later: The EMTs aren’t here yet, so you may go ahead and deboard the plane.
A little while later: Please clear the aisle! The EMTs are here! They’ll be taking the patient out the back door, so as soon as they pass, you may resume deboarding.
Finally, the EMTs cleared, we deboarded, and then I dashed from terminal E to terminal B. I had no more than sat down than they announced my plane to Miami was boarding.
It was such a big plane we boarded in the center! So although I was in aisle 24, I was quite near the exit.
Less than two hours later, Miami.
In the time it took to get off the plane and get to my luggage, I heard perhaps a dozen different languages. Everyone I spoke to had an accent, from the familiar Spanish (though the speakers were not Mexican) to lilting Jamaican, to guttural European tongues, perhaps German or Hungarian.
Got luggage. Called for the shuttle to Days Inn. Waited. Waited some more. Waited even more. Then a little more.
Eventually, the shuttle came and the drive apologized profusely for being so late. Traffic, he told me. And it was so.
We left the airport and hit near gridlock. I knew I didn’t like cities!
But the driver persevered, and within fifteen minutes I was checking in at Days Inn.
Claimed my room, changed my clothes (I was HOT in the sweater I’d put on in Tucson!!), and headed out for something to eat.
I found a little Honduran restaurant just two blocks away where I order a Honduran beer by the name of Salva Vida. Roughly translated, it means “saves lives.”
A lifesaver, for sure, after a long day.
I ordered a sort of Honduran taco grande – a big taco. A thick flour tortilla stuffed with carne (beef), white cheese, and crema which is a sort of thin sour cream type thing. It was called a baleada. The young Honduran waitress was delighted that I liked it.
This humongous “appetizer” cost only $4.50 and I got absolutely stuffed.
So, a good ending (baleada and beer) after a long day. Couldn’t be better.