Doubles and Boomerangs

Hola, mis amigos!

Tuesday, at 11 AM, Kareesa and I left Monroe for Chicago to meet Sasha at the airport. She flew in from Frankfurt at 2:10 PM and finally made it through customs at almost 3. Seeing her at the airport in a completely open and free way was refreshing to my spirit. We both had our first airport kiss!

From there we went to the southside to meet Catherina Wojtowicz (Wojo). She graciously opened her lair (basement) to us for the night so we could be in the city for our early departure on Wednesday morning.

After Chi Tung Asian food and bulging bellies we bunked down for the evening. Well, Sasha and I repacked our bags to accomodate for all the purchases she made for her family. Target is great and I love the deals. If you're not a fan, become one! Shoppers beware. The Target chain does a fantastic job of created a warm, shopper friendly atmosphere that encourages the spending of money. If you struggle with self-control. Step back.

4 AM arrives and we all become aware enough of the world to finish packing our stuff, pick up our bedding, grab some breakfast/COFFEE and say farewell to the Wojtowicz family. They are sweet. It's worth going to Chicago just to see Wojo. Unfortunately, she does not drive expressways and when I said "we" early I was also referring to Kareesa. She stayed the night (Wojo and her being the real friend connect, between me and Wojo it's more of a fun acquaintance) and got us to O'Hare International Airport at 5:30AM. You're a star, sister.

Checking in was a breeze, only a minor complication with the credit card in the automatic teller machine but it worked out for the better. The lady who helped us fix it realized we were going international and said we didn't have to pay for the bags. When she weighed them and realized they were heavy I thought that surely she would charge us. I call this the "Sasha Effect". Whenever Sasha goes anywhere things seem to fall into place. Glad I was travelling with her. Security was security and we survived. Then waited an hour for our flight to Ft. Lauderdale, FL (FLL).

I slept the entire way there but Sasha didn't. This became reversed on the final flight from FLL to Port of Spain, Trinidad. At FLL we had Chili's (both of ours first time since being back stateside), sat, checked into Carribean Airlines, found out terminal, sat, cup of coffee, sat, 14 minutes 12 seconds on an internet terminal, sat and boarded at 8:10PM. Wasn't that bad actually, only about 6 hours.

The flight went smooth and we landed in Port of Spain at midnight. Touchdown in anoother country always brings that excited, mind-opening feeling of wanting to take everything in. Suddenly, we're not tired at all. No matter that Sasha has been in transit since Monday. She's going to see her family for the first time in a year and a half. Who wouldn't be bubbly?