homeward bound

Paul Simon sings, "homeward bound, I wish I was..." and so the story unfolds. 

We left Tortola at 1:00 p.m..  I am not sure why but I knew things were bad when the airline lady said, "the other plane has the air conditioning power unit and we are going to get cool just as soon as we take off..."  This meant,  stop asking me about the a/c and just deal with it!  I thought I was going to suffocaite!  But that was just the beginning. 

Arrived in a Puerto Rico late and had to fly into Tampa.  Tampa was our only choice and it was that or nothing.  Thankfully, Campy was in good hands and we got a hotel and dinner voucher.  We checked into the Marriott that is adjacent to the Tampa Airport.  It was a welcome refuge and I ordered room service.  It was so nice to eat cheese burgers in bed and watch ESPN at 1:00 a.m. 

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! The alarm went off at 4:00 a.m. as we had to catch a 6:00 a.m. flight to DFW.   John and I both staggered around but once we found a Starbucks in the airport, we were walking a little bit straighter.  We were home and hugging our baby by 8:00 a.m.  I took a shower and snuggeled with my baby until time to go to my LSS for Hot Metal Mommas. 

We made an amazing candle cover with metal.  (photo later) and then went out for Mexican food with my neighbor.  However it was a big day and I am so tired.  John is already asleep...I can hear him snoring.  I am off to dream land.  It is good to be home.