Flights, Funny hats, and Food
I love just how much returning to Guayama after time in the
States feels like coming home. The
sights on the road, the feeling of pulling up to the fountain at the edge of
town, and most of all the smell of my house are comforting. I really enjoyed my week at “home home,” but
it’s good to be back. And that fact is a
beautiful thing.
I wouldn’t normally go to Wisconsin over Thanksgiving break,
but I had a special reason to do so this year.
One of my best friends from college got married! So, Thursday, right after school, Robert and
I set off for the Patillas airport, and he flew me to the San Juan airport in
his plane. Talk about riding in
style!
Robert's plane |
San Juan from the air |
Other than having to run to make a short connection in
Houston, my flights went well, and by midnight I had landed in Chicago and was
reunited with my friend Ice (college nickname…I can’t call her anything
else). We drove to her house, which she
shares with her now-husband. The best
man and his girlfriend were staying the night as well, so we passed a few hours
getting to know each other and enjoying ourselves. I was a marching band geek in college, and
that’s where I met Ice. She married a
fellow band geek, and consequently it was a wedding filled with band
people. We realized that of the 14
people in the wedding party, all but one of us had marched at some point in our
lives. So getting to know the grooms-people
(both sides had both guys and girls stand up) felt like I’d been transported
back to college. Music people are music
people the whole world over—dirty jokes, quirky senses of humor, arrogance, a
love for music and all.
It was a blast.
It was a weekend filled with funny hats, photobombs, a
marathon game of “Never Have I Ever,” stories, messing with the photographer,
and LOTS of laughter and dancing.
I’ll drink to that.
And the photo-bombing begins |
After Sunday, my week at home calmed down. I spent Monday and Tuesday mainly at home,
getting ready for the job fair (more on that later) and running errands.
On Wednesday, Liz and I cooked a Thanksgiving feast and had
some family and friends over to share it with us. There’s nothing like gathering around a table
with good food (mountains of good
food) and good people.
Thursday, I ran a 5 mile Turkey Trot in the morning (in
41:28—my personal best by a long shot!), then lazed away the afternoon until it
was time to head to my aunt’s for Thanksgiving there. Again—good food, good people, you can’t go
wrong.
The night—and my visit—concluded with a few friends at one
of my favorite spots in La Crosse.
Getting to see everyone (and laugh a lot) was a great way to end my
mini-vacation at home.
And on Friday, it was back on the road! A 2 hour drive to Minneapolis, a 3 hour
flight to Houston, a 5 hour layover, then a 4 hour flight to PR, capped off
with a 1 hour drive back to Guayama, and I was back. Time for a nap and to unpack. Maybe I’ll hit up the beach later this
afternoon. It was snowing in Wisconsin
yesterday…so I should probably take full advantage of my current location.
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