I'm pleased to announce that I have winged my way to the South American continent where I'm presently awaiting my connecting flight to Buenos Aires. It's gray, muggy and rather hot here in Lima, especially if, like me, you're wearing fifty layers of clothing to maximize every inch of space in your suitcases. My temperature-induced crankiness coupled with the fact that I am dog-tired led me to make the decision to just stay put at the airport. I had daydreamed about a brief field trip out into the city to take in some sights, but reality jarred me back to my senses when I stepped off the plane. Besides, everyone knows that a computer with a fast Internet connection is the perfect timewaster. Hello, Facebook...
The ride to New York and the flight to Lima went relatively smoothly. The biggest blow was delivered at the check-in counter when the ticket agent asked to weigh my carry-on luggage. Of course, I had fully prepared my checked luggage to exacting weight specifications, particularly since you're looking at excess baggage fees between $50 and $150. I decided to be a rebel when it came to my hand luggage, though, for the pure and simple fact that in all the times I've flown, I've never had my carry-on pieces weighed. Well, I guess I rolled the dice, and this time I wasn't so lucky. Upon hearing this crushing piece of news, I was fully prepared to send the suitcase home with my stepdad rather than pay the steep fee; I figured it would have to make the journey another time. Fortunately, a generous benefactor came to my rescue, and a baggage disaster was narrowly averted. ;)
A number of other irritating events transpired over the last 10 hours or so, but irritation seems to go hand-in-hand with air travel these days. At least I can be thankful that I didn't have burning hot coffee spilled in my lap by the flight attendant like the nice Peruvian woman seated to my right did. That's not exactly how I like to start off my day at 5:30 am.
Next stop...Buenos Aires.