After a very long day, that started at 4am with a drive the length of the island of St. Lucia with our favorite crazy driver, Steven.
Once again, we found ourselves at the head of the line of passengers waiting to enter security. Actually, we were the first in line as we waited for the security employees to arrive. As we waited, we met a wonderful couple to share stories with. Liz and Kevin were in St. Lucia on their honeymoon as well. They first caught Barbie’s eye because she saw a UVA tag on one of their bags. Then she saw that Kevin and I had the same wedding band. Small world!
After waiting in the security line for a while we found out that Liz and Kevin are from Nashville, Tennessee. Kevin is the Equipment Manager for the Tennessee State University Tigers. Liz is an Athletic Trainer at Lipscomb University. Kevin grew up in Northern Virginia so we shared a few stories about what it was like “back in the day” and what it looks like now. Liz took a Master’s degree from UVA so we shared a few stories about Jefferson and Charlottesville as well.
We were finally able to make it from St.Lucia to Miami with minimal excitement. Although most of the plane complained about the fact that we didn’t get to see the end of “Last Chance, Charlie.” We need to rent that at home to see the conclusion.
I know that we didn’t travel to some remote hostile land, but every time I pass through the US passport control, I love hearing “welcome home” from the customs officer. That phrase makes me smile every time, and this afternoon’s experience was no different.
When we left St. Lucia, our return flights had us staying in Miami for a 9 hour layover so that we could connect to a flight into Dulles that night. However, once we arrived in Miami we headed to the American customer service desk to ask if we could change the the connecting flight to and earlier one headed to Reagan. Thankfully we were able to make the change and reduce our layover to 3 hours. Woo Hoo!
Once on the ground in Arlington we were able to get American to pay for a taxi to get us back to Dulles. To make it even better, the taxi driver then agreed to just take us home as long as we could cover the fare from the airport to our place. At that, we had a deal!