Tonight is my last night in beautiful Angtigua, and after spending the evening eating with new friends I am braving the road to Guatemala City and the TWO airplanes and airports back to Phoenix. So near and yet so far.
I, of course, have the usual bubbles in my stomach about the plane. I have devised my plan. Because I always need a plan when I fly, because well, I do. It is like the ONLY thing I can control, so I cling to it. When I left my plan was to take out life insurance, order pictures of the baby, write her a letter, buy a new ring to replace my wedding ring for the trip in clase I am obliterated in the air. Yes, I know.
This time my plan is to call and tell my family I love them. Order some ridiculously fattening food, some ice cream, and spend a fortune in the airport. Cause, well, I am convinced that I am dying. I will stuff my face during take off, clinging to my newly purchased item, while holding my breath and choking on my food. Death by chocking while trying to avoid a plane crash. Brilliant. Every other time, I arrive at my destination thoroughly stuffed and upset that now I am going to get heaps pudgier if I don´t run all this crap off. But, you never know.
It doesn´t help that CNN keeps telling me about that tragic plane crash leaving Madrid. Seriously, it has me all worked up. I am trying to avoid the news at all costs and even in Guatemala it is everywhere.
So, I am off to dinner and hoping I get home all in one piece. Trying to ignore my self induced tizzy.
Oh, and hopefully, HOPEFULLY, OH MY GOD HOPEFULLY, you will all have pictures by tomorrow evening.
I will keep my fingers crossed. Enjoy your insane eating/spending airport spree!
Have a wonderfully relaxing/comatosed last night there. Can’t wait for photos. How are you ever going to cart back the discarded cow head dripping with maggots??! (Do they still allow those through customs???)