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11 September 2017

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Confession- I whined and complained, sometimes in my head, sometimes out loud (please forgive me- I really am sorry about that...), about this trip way more than anyone who is taking a trip to a coastal beach resort should ever do. I can be ungrateful. It was a matter of timing, really, not at all the destination, not at all the company. Who knew that I would be leaving behind one displaced daughter and missing the moved move-in date of another? (Let's be clear. I know this is not suffering. In the perspective of everything happening in the world, I know this is whining.)

Nonetheless, the predawn alarm sounds and we start out on the first leg, a drive down the road and across the border. We wait. We pack our bags in the van and caravan down the road. We arrive at the bus station. We wait. They hand us a plastic bag with 7Up and cookies and earphones. We board the bus and head south. We ride. We arrive at the bus station and unload our bags and buy tickets and transfer to another bus. We ride. We cross the city and watch traffic and look for signs. We ride. We arrive at the airport and find the shortest line and check in. We wait. We eat and we sip coffee and we read and finally, we load. We arrive at the destination and collect our bags and negotiate a taxi. We stuff 12 people in seats for 10. We ride. We arrive at the resort to check in. We wait. And when all is said and done, 15 hours after wake-up, we are eating at a Mexican buffet and catching up with most dear friends and stopping for a fresh churro besides.

Note to self- stop complaining.

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