3:00am - alarm went off.
3:45am - the taxi shows up and actually gets out of his vehicle and rings the door bell.
4:15am - pull into terminal 3 at the Toronto Airport
5:00am - sitting at gate B17 wishing I could have a coffee
6:15am - Flying to Miami
9:40am - land in the sunshine state.
10:00am - eat a horrible over-priced breakfast sandwich
1:05pm - plane takes off for Belize.
3:20pm - arrive in Belize City. My least favorite airport.
3:40pm - on the tender
4:30pm - In my cabin ready for a nap.
While many people around the world have trouble grasping the idea of “standing in line”. We in North America know how they work. If there is a line of people, you go to the end and wait your turn. So when a tall man with a shockingly bad comb over and a Canadian passport cuts the line in front of my I feel the need to re-educate him.
“All the people behind me are in line”
“Pardon moi?
“Oh... you’re from Quebec. That explains it. End of the line mon ami”
The smile on the American Airlines boarding agent said it all.
The captain on my second flight sounds like an impression of Bill Clinton. Every time he makes an announcement I giggle...
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