The Run of My Life!

So, now that I have some time, let me tell you about my wild trip I had coming back to Houston from St. Thomas, USVI.

First, the St Thomas airport told everyone that they had to be at the airport 2 hours prior to take-off. Because we had to go through US Customs. So, my wife and I decide to get there 2.5 hrs early and guess how long it took us to go through Customs and baggage claims………………………..

25 minutes……………Yes, 25 minutes.
If I knew that was going to be the case, I would have stayed on the beach for another hour or so.

But, anyways, so we had to sit in the small airport and wait 2 hours. We played Uno and watched CNN because of the fires in Cali.

So, we fly to Puerto Rico to fly to Miami to fly to Houston. And guess what, the departure time is delayed 45 minutes. Now, most of the time, I wouldn’t care, but our flight from Miami to Houston takes off 30 minutes after we land in Miami. (Did you catch that?) We land in Miami and we have 20 minutes to get to the next gate. We are in the back of the plane and it takes 10 minutes for us to get off the plane.
So, here we go….I feel like I’m on my High School Track team again, but in this case, I have 10 minutes to go 300 yards (3 football fields) to get to the next gate, with my camera bag, computer bag, and camrecorder bag. (I know, that’s a lot of bags)

We get there, with about 1 minute to spare. (Shall I say, my wife gets there first. Yes, I’m ashamed.) I am tried, I am sweating and just want to sit down. Everyone on the plane is looking at us funny. (Haha) We get to our seats, and someone is seating in one of our seats and he didn’t even care to switch to the seat behind him, which was empty. Luckily, another person gets up (in the same row) and sits in the other seat. (Thank you to whom ever that person was, because I was about to tear that guy a new one.)

So, that was my story. Sorry if it was long. I just had to get it off my chest. I will show pics of St. Thomas later in the week.