Continued from Cartagena Day 5.
We got up at 4ish, driver came at 5am. Time to head back home.
This is how they pick up trash in the Old City.
In no time at all, we were at the airport. That was fast.
No line at immigration.
And we are in post security. That was fast, a little too fast. Now we’ve got over 2 hours to wait it out until our flight….so we could have slept in just a little bit more…Oh well. Better early than late.
Even though it’s not even 5:30am, the hotdog stand inside the airport is open and serving hot dogs!!! Did not expect that.
We lost power for a split second, then I think the generators kicked in. We never once lost power during our time here in Colombia, and surprised that when it happened, it was at the airport.
The hotdog stand was open and already serving hot dogs at 5:30am. But do you know what was hard to find here? Coffee. Yum, in a huge coffee producing country, we had to go to multiple food store fronts to find some coffee. And even then, they only had drip and nothing else. This is as unexpected to me as having hot dog served at 5:30am.
Aunt CH is a good aunt.
LKL was sick when we first came to Colombia, so he had his own water bottle. He named it Fred and has been annoyingly diligent that we don’t lose Fred and accidentally throw him away the entire trip.
Chocolate croissant from a bakery that finally opened…long after the hot dog stand already opened. It’s quite greasy.
Alright, time to board, finally. They put pieces of plastic bookmark things to show that they’ve checked our passports.
Til next time Cartagena. It’s been fun. And much to all of our relief, the family that caused all the trouble on the trip here wasn’t on the same flight as us this time.
The waters look rough out here with all the white caps. That’s probably what our boat ride rode through a couple of days ago.
CL still has some cough, but much much better now. Good thing I had bought this giant zip loc bag worth of cough drops. Originally for LKL, but mostly consumed by CL.
In Florida now.
Wonder what all these evaporation ponds are for.
I chuckled at this sign. I thought it was funny and dramatic.
We’ve got almost 4 hours here, doing the calculus means going to the Centurion Lounge, pay $190 for the extra guests, but get our money’s worth in food and drinks. When there’s 8 of you and you are paying airport prices, $190 for unlimited food and drinks is definitely worth it.
Nice, they are actually serving lunch this time and not just breakfast.
Thinking.
This will do. I got the food for the kids, and I made repeated trips back to the buffet bar for food. People must think I’m a glutton and got all these rounds of food for myself.
A comment about Centurion Lounge. I remember 10 years ago, the lounges were not as crowded and the people here were a lot more polite and nicer. Now, half of the people are rude and don’t show the slightest politeness. I am just talking about basics like saying excuse me when two people are in each other’s way. What happened to just common politeness?
The boards would help, if they were actually set at the correct time slots. This lounge could use some work.
After the many gate changes here in Miami on the way to Cartagena, I checked and check my phone to make sure we weren’t about to get another flurry of gate changes. Then it was time to go to our gate.
LKL was convinced that this was the escalator to the sky train. As he went ahead and got on, we told him no. Here he is climbing back down on an upward moving escalator while we all looked on, cheered him to beat the escalator, and laughed.
He made it.
LKL gets in trouble. He ran ahead onto the sky train platform without waiting for the rest of the party while all of us were asking him to slow down so we don’t lose sight of him. He’s been a handful this trip.
Got to our gate, and it stayed and didn’t change. Boarded the flight and the captain was nice and invited the kids to checkout the cockpit. Cool, thank you.
LKL points.
Yay, back in Austin.
Home, Sweet Home. I’d say this trip brought us all closer as a family. Good times.