Well, as you know, travel by airplane is often a hassle and yesterday proves the point. We checked in at noon without any problems at the Vance Amory International Airport. Sounds fancy doesn't it? Well, the Nevis airport is basically a check-in, pay your get-out-of-dodge fees, a waiting room, and one runway. Anyway, we cleared emigration without a hitch, which was good because the kids and I had expired visas. Then, we sat to wait. The plane landed and the bags were loaded. It looked like we would actually leave on time! Well, a little cloud burst pops up and they ask for 8 passengers to volunteer to stay behind and take the 6:15 a.m. flight the next day. As you can imagine most people there were students and like "heck no" get me out of here. We probably could have stayed behind, but the look on Brian's face was one of total horror. No one volunteered to stay behind so they took off the luggage. All of it! So, we get to Puerto Rico and they tell us they "created a special flight" for the morning (as if they are doing us a favor and note - not same day!) to pick up our luggage and then forward it to our final destination. Of course, we would have to file a lost luggage claim in order to get it. On top of it, the flight was only half full!
When we arrive in Puerto Rico we clear customs and immigration pretty easily and then we pick up a few bottles of duty-free liquor, have a beer/soda and snack, and then board our flight to Chicago. We take off 30 minutes late, again, but arrive pretty much on time at O'Hare. Lucky us though, we stand in line at the baggage service area for 30 minutes to tell the lady the story, describe our luggage, etc. She tells us they will deliver it to the house for the inconvenience and gives us a claim number and phone number (they are going to regret giving us a phone number). So, Brian is excited about not having to drive back to O'Hare for our luggage, but we have no summer clothes or personal items. Lucky you guys though - all of your souveniers are in our carry-on bag!
We walk like mad-people down to the bus terminal to see a VanGalder bus leave. So, we were disappointed that we would have to wait another hour for a bus. Brian went looking for drinks and snacks because it is nearly 11 p.m. at this point and we're tired and hungry, but then a bus pulls up. So, I tell Nolan, "Run, get your dad - it's a bus!" Lo and behold, this bus is the one that goes to Madison via Rockford, South Beloit and Janesville. We arrived in Rockford just after midnight and take off for the nearest McDonald's, which has never tasted so good. When we get home the house is clean and Sharon has bought us some groceries (Corona included!). Nolan and Michaila took off to their rooms right away, but Brian and I popped open the champagne I had left in the fridge!