My checked-in bag was ticketed all the way through to Guayaquil.
Keep in mind, I don’t have a smart phone. I have an Ecuadorian phone and a $10 Walmart “throw-away” that I bought when I started my road trip a couple of weeks ago.
|AA's Miami ticket counter after 11PM|
|I landed in the blue part|
of this map.
I raced to LAN
Which --naturally -- is in the red part
Which way to
I was starving (except for an all-night Dunkin’ Donuts, the restaurants were closed by then). I was also really sleepy, so I walked around the terminal to stay awake. I don’t know that airport well, and I figured I might as well get familiar with it before the morning rush hour began.
|No one to ask.|
But around 2AM I parked myself nearby.
WiFi hot spot just behind the green wall.
|Just as I really needed to go potty|
during my graveyard tour of the terminal
I took this adjoining picture from outside the airport.
Of course, "MIA" stands for Miami International, but all I was reminded of was my wandering suitcase.
After roaming around, I found a WiFi hot spot by the information desk. There was a pole with an electrical outlet, it was quiet (my laptop speaker isn't very loud) , so I parked myself on the floor next to it.
I guess this was around 2AM.
I thought I should try Skyping my hard-to-reach Guayaquil hotel again...and yippee (!) I finally reached Ricardo (with whom I had reserved the room a few days ago).
We had just begun talking, and then...and then this:
|The loud floor sweeper shows up.|
And though I'm trying to wave her off
during my call, she won't go away.
|And here she comes again.|
Determined to run her "mowing" pattern
It is now around 11:00 in the morning.
A few hours ago I got my Miami to Guayaquil ticket re-booked (and I checked with baggage folks and it does look like my suitcase has spent the night here with me too).
Presumably, we will be on the same plane back, since it's the first likely one heading to Guayaquil today.
...At five o'clock tonight...
I'm now 24-hrs on this mission, with no sleep, no food, and have six more hours to go.I'm dying for a meal and a cold beer, but don't dare do either till I go through security and get near my gate.
I'm so exhausted, I'm terrified I'll fall asleep and miss the flight once I eat or drink anything but coffee.
I have both my cell phone alarms set (and tucking one in my bra - on vibrate).
Signing off for now and keeping my fingers crossed.
|I have been territorially guarding|
my little spot here for around 8 hours now.
I'm getting a kick about the sign
behind me that says:
"New Exhibits Coming Soon"
Courtesy of a friendly young