It still astounds me but what was supposed to already be an 18 hour journey exacerbated into a 41 hour ordeal. Our (my girlfriend, Kate travelled as my partner-in-crime) first flight from Chicago to Miami was delayed three hours due to “technical difficulties”- little did we know then how soon we were to become the best of companions with these two little words. We learned of this as we were shuttled around to three different terminals before we were actually allowed to board the plane. Unfortunately, this was the first of many diversions. We reached Miami, downcast, however, as we were unable to make our connecting flight to Barbados, where we were to have a 7 hour layover until we flew over to Grenada at 6AM the following day.
The View from Our Backyard
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