Heading home through Miami Airport

  In the morning, we walk back to see the fountains in the

daylight and hear another song because they go off on the hour.  Then we pack up and take the Schillims to the airport to wait for us to drop off the car, Uber back to the airport.  This is our first time using Turo and it was such a great success, but I'm unsure of the drop off procedures and this increases my worry. We decide to break into families this time because if anything goes wrong, we need the families to get screwed all together instead of separately.  This is the time that I just constantly worry that something is going to get in the way of us getting to the airport on time.  The Schillims now have hours to wait because of my anxiety around catching a plane.  But John, Oscar and I successfully navigate

returning the car, Uber back to the airport and arrive in time to check in, check our bags and get Oscar and I through security with TSA precheck.  John still has to go through the regular line and we give up waiting on him, find out where the Schillims are and tell him to come on when he gets through.  It literally takes John 45 minutes to get through the line at security.  We’ve sat down for food and drinks by the time he finally gets to us.  We keep watching the plane and where it’s coming from the whole day and John has noticed that our original plane has been delayed somewhere

and we now have a new crew and plane that is hopefully still coming.  We hear the airline make a plea to another flight for people that will fly later and give up their seats and it’s a lot of money they’re offering.  But, apparently, no one else wants to go to GR, we don’t get the same choice.  We finally are able to board, but the plane doesn’t move from the gate for at least 45 minutes and they try to say that it’s because we have a “bad parking spot”.  Really?  The excuses are getting lamer and lamer from the

pilots.  I think there should be a group that is comparing the lamest excuses they’ve heard for sitting on the tarmac….this has to be one of them.  As if air traffic control doesn’t control everything in this place.  But, I’m glad we have a plane, a crew and we do eventually take off and make it home late.  Dave’s going to get the car from

the long term parking, we’re trying to figure out if they’ll have room to take one of us to their house to pick up our car.  But, the car won’t start.  So, now Dave is getting help from GR parking lot people, we’re getting an Uber and actually get our bags and to their house, pulling out when they are finally getting home.  We wave goodbye and head home to Canadian Lakes to get back to the real world again.