After a troubled night of sleep before an early departure—this happens to us with increasing frequency—we rolled out of bed at 5 AM for a 7:45 AM flight. The otherwise seemingly Riccardo was nowhere to be seen at the agreed upon time of 5:30. But the cab called by the hotel instead was a good substitute, and we were soon flying through the airport…if you can call it flying when you have to account for seven items. These two one-bag travelers checked three bags….and all our loot made it home in one piece!
We didn’t learn what we’d missed until we had landed at Newark: there had been an earthquake near the Pacific coast in Oaxaca state, with strong tremors felt throughout the region. Our fellow travelers were evacuated from the airport while, as David put it, there was a whole lot of shakin’ goin’ on! When their plane finally took off, they had missed their flight, and all three of them spent the night in lovely Dallas. Sorry we missed the party!