Hi everyone,
Sorry we didn't post any entries for the last few days of our trip - most of my internet access was via my iPod, which for some reason doesn't like blogger. We headed over to San Juan del Sur, which is a surf town on the Pacific side of Nicaragua and really slowed down the pace. We spent a lot more time on the beach (= much more sunburn).
We spent a rockin' 25 hours in transit from San Juan del Sur to home. The Nicaraguan airport security investigated EVERYTHING in my carry-on (literally. She held up everything and inspected it. My luggage locks were particular cause for concern because she didn't understand what they were for and why I couldn't open them up for her. She had to call over a supervisor. Nicaragua hates me). We flew from Managua to San Salvador, switched planes, and flew to Los Angeles, where we had to pick up our luggage which had been "tagged through" to Vancouver and were redirected around the airport (rudely) multiple times to find the check-in desk for Air Canada... which didn't open for another 5-6 hours. So we spent the night on the cold tile of the LA airport with our bags, near a door with an uncharacteristically cold draft (it was about 4 degrees out or something). I did not sleep at all.
But after we checked in, we got to wait in the VIP lounge because I had some sweet free passes (thanks, Cody!) and we got free breakfast. Our flight was overbooked and originally it looked like Teryn wasn't even going to get on the plane (which meant I would want to stay behind, too, which meant getting home that much later and I was so tired!) but in the end we both made it onto our flight and safely into Vancouver around 10am. From getting oft the plane at the gate to my dad picking us up at arrivals = 30min. It was the best thing ever. We scanned our passports in some fancy computers, picked up our luggage (which was some of the first off the plane) and walked through customs. Well, after a bit of a line. It was kind of a joke (but the best joke ever because it meant we weren't spending any extra time in the airport and I wasn't freaking out about how many pounds of coffee I was really allowed to bring back into the country).
So we're home now. And I love Canada.
...though I do not love work. Today I got urine on my shoe and drool on my arm... none of it mine. But at least I'm getting paid!
When's the next vacation?
