A continuación

I wanted to title this post "Broken sensors, long flights, angry New Yorkers, dehydration, and Englishmen who do not understand the concept of personal space," but I figured that would have been a little too long. Anyway, I have decided to write a couple posts while I am back on this side of the ocean just to keep myself from losing all English skills while I am here.

The flight over was pretty good. CR to Chicago was probably close to the smoothest flight I have ever been on and I slept the whole time. The rest was good when I got to Chicago because it was FULL of pissy east coast people who needed to fly home after Christmas but couldn´t because of the snow. It didn´t get much better when I got on the plane though because I sat next to a British guy who, too put it politely, took up more than his fair share of the space. I ignored it at first and just went to sleep as we left the gate, only to be woke up an hour and a half late at the gate again. Apparently there had been a problem with temperature sensor in the parking break. So I had to sit with British guy for WAY too long. But he offered me a pen to fill out a immigration form so I forgive him.

But the worst part was that (just like every other time I was on a plane) I got very dehydrated. And I mean very dehydrated. Very, very dehydrated. I almost got sick and haven´t been feeling that great today but getting better. Either way I am tired as hell.

Well I have more to write but I don´t think I am going to get it out tonight. I took a 5 hour nap earlier and am still exhausted. G´night world.