The flight

It wouldn't be my life unless things are a little crazy. Thursday about 30 minutes before Uncle Ron and Aunt Pam came to pick us up, my mom got really sick. So Uncle Ron takes me to the airport as Aunt Pam takes my mom to the hospital. Not quite the departure we'd planned. The good news is I was so nervous about my mom, I didn't have time to be nervous about the flight or going abroad.

By the time I got to Atlanta, mom was already back at home. She had successfully, albeit painfully passed a kidney stone, been scanned, confirmed that's what it was, given some painkillers, and was back in bed to rest. A 9 hour flight didn't seem so bad knowing mom was ok. I boarded the plane, only to wait for an hour so that they could finish loading cargo and allow some people to make the plane whose connecting flight had been delayed.

Once we were all aboard we were off. I enjoyed a delectable meal of pasta, salad, bread, and a brownie. Out of my window was a beautiful nightscape. We flew over the Gulf so there were no lights and the stars were breathtaking. I was sitting eye level with Orion's Belt (or so it seemed). Then for MY viewing pleasure they screened 17 Again. I watched that but fell asleep when they began showing (once again for MY viewing pleasure) Star Trek.

I awoke to this:

The picture isn't quite as good as the real thing, but it was a sunrise over the Andes.

Then as we approached Santiago, I had an amazing view of the Andes:

My family and program director were at the airport when I arrived. That concluded my trip.

Bueno Bye.