Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Grand Cayman - The Sad, Prolonged Farewell

Well, it had to end eventually. Still, it was very hard for me to leave our little home on the morning of Sept. 27th. Since I'm playing catch up with this blog, and it's really December 8th as I'm writing this, I'm a little fuzzy on exact details, but I think we had to get up at 4:30 that morning to make our 8:00 flight.

I was going to write a long post detailing our very difficult journey to get back home, but like I just said, the details are getting more sketchy, which by the way is very good.

We rushed to get to the airport on time, which included leaving a car with the keys still inside right outside the car rental agency because they were closed (what is that about!) and rushing to our gate, only to be delayed for six hours. When we finally started taxing down the runway and were almost in the air, the plane came to a halt and we had another small delay.

Then after arriving late at the Miami airport, we were told to go back through customs again by a horrible policeman who couldn't read a number correctly or count (believe me, you don't want me to go on about this part of the story) and so he made us miss our flight by five minutes. We RAN through that airport, and at one point I thought I was going to black out. So, we had to wait another few hours for another plane (thank God there was another one going out that night). I think we wound up getting back home close to 11. Needless to say, it was a very long day, and the kids did remarkably well. I think they only wound up sleeping two hours throughout the day, after getting up at 5 a.m. and getting to bed after 11 p.m.  I would do it all over again, though. We had an amazing, memorable time.