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Departure

March 13, 2015 by Martha

Flew out of Lindbergh Field and some 26 hours of travel later, I’m in Montevideo, putting my feet up at casa de mi “host” famlia for the next 4 weeks.

Getting here was half the fun. Three of the smoothest flights I’ve ever had plus 2 even smoother touchdowns. Mechanical issues had delayed the flight from Houston to Panama City, leaving me with about 11 minutes to make my connection.

I had wheelchair assistance every point along the way (mostly to deal with lifting restrictions per my doc) and once they found out where the MVD flight was boarding, a young gal took me on Mr Toad’s Wild Ride, zooming past about 16 gates, weaving in and out of people and their suitcases like a chica loca… out of breath, with both of us laughing, she pulled up in front of the gate, grabbed my 2 carry-ons and got me to my seat.

When I handed her cash for a tip, she just looked at me and shook her head. I tried again, but no. Whether they’re not allowed to accept a tip or if it was, quite sincerely, a pleasure for her, I don’t know. Different, from the guy in Houston who showed up late with the chair, pushed me up the jetway and then stopped – my next flight was scheduled from the same gate where we’d just arrived – and, surly, held out his hand for a tip. I have much to unlearn.

But in Panama City, I was the last one on board. And all my luggage made the flight, too. What a day!

Category: TravelTag: airport, Montevideo, Uruguay

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