Hello from Miami! Today is the day I’ve been waiting for: it’s first day of my adventure abroad! Things are rolling along pretty smoothly so far, although I won’t get to Brazil until tomorrow around 1 pm. But my journey began when I left my house at about 11:00 this morning.
I haven’t written anything in a while, though not for lack of things to say. I even started a few posts (you’ll get to read them later, since they aren’t time-sensitive), but in the end I wanted to have real news to report before I posted again. Unlike many others (cough BreandJamie cough), I felt no rush or stress in the days leading up to my departure; I’d been waiting for too long for there to be any last-minute details to throw me off. My suitcases have been collecting items in them for weeks now, and as I’ve already reported, all the big things (i.e. flight, travel insurance, domestic details) were taken care of well in advance. I haven’t had to work for six weeks, although I picked up a supply shift last week. So I’ve literally just been going to the beach, eating excellent summer meals, and hanging out with my closest friends before we all go our separate ways again.
This morning I woke up early, around 8 am (no hangover, despite the copious amounts of Wild Vines consumed the night before) and cuddled my dog a little longer before gearing up for the day. I did a load of laundry, showered, chatted with my family, and packed up the last of my toiletries. Breanna stopped in to say one last goodbye since she couldn’t come to the airport with me, even though I’d just seen her the night before (as she was the responsible party for the oversized bottle of vino). My mom ran out to get my send-off breakfast: Tim Horton’s breakfast sandwiches and coffee. I am so under the influence of patriotic advertising, but I’m willing to accept that. Tim’s sausage breakfast sandwiches are delicious!
Side story: my mom was waylaid on the way into the house from picking up the Tim’s by our new neighbour, my grade 7 teacher Mr. Jones. Cue “keeping up with the Joneses” joke. Anyway, Mr. Jones was a pretty epic teacher, given his Royal Canadian Air Force background and general Britishness. His parting advice to me: “Good luck and watch your back.” Will do, Mr. Jones.
My dad came back from work to say goodbye, and I hugged everyone including the dogs a last time. I was also made to pose next to my luggage on the way out the door…not with my camera, so no photo to accompany my departure yet. We hauled my two pieces of luggage and one carry-on out to the car, and my mom, sister and I set out into the sunny but relatively cool day.
I would say our drive to the airport was uneventful, but that wouldn’t be true. We had no trouble getting over the bridge, and traffic was average along the I-94 most of the way. However, none of this accounts for crazy American drivers. We stuck to the middle lane and tried to go the speed of traffic (not having a speedometer with markings in miles), and three different times, a car from the left lane cut right in front of us to exit on the right lane! The third time this happened, the car cut us really close and forced an SUV in the right hand lane to slam on the breaks and swerve into the barrier. It was really close, and our hearts were pumping after that! I’m pretty sure the SUV driver was fine, but we saw the woman who almost caused a massive accident pull off the highway, cursing as if it wasn’t her fault. What an asshole.
Luckily, that was the only negative thing that happened all day. We made it to the airport a solid two hours before my boarding time. At check-in I had a really nice attendant who told me that, since my itinerary includes international flight within 24 hours, I could check my baggage for free! Score! I still had to do some shuffling of weight between my two bags, but managed to get my big suitcase to exactly 50 lbs – double score. The smaller suitcase was pretty full, so I had to throw a few extra items in my carry-on, which made it pretty heavy, but I didn’t really have to part with anything. After a few more minutes with my mom and sister, we said goodbye and I went through security and found my gate.
When I boarded the plane about half an hour later, I smiled at the pilot and flight attendant who were greeting the passengers as they came in. “Going on vacation?” the pilot asked me. I answered, “No, I’m moving!” For the first time it seemed like it was true. In a quick exchange they asked me where and why, and as I moved on into the plane I heard them remark to each other, “Wow, that’s a big change. It sounds exciting.” There’s nothing like having strangers recognize your achievements to make them feel real.
I had a window seat booked, but it turned out there was nobody else in my row. As the plane took off, I felt a rush of emotions that were hard to keep track of. I was a little scared, a little homesick, a little wistful, and a lot excited. I let the tears flow for a few minutes while I peered out my sunny window at the shrinking ground, but as we rose above a sea of big, fluffy clouds, I shook off my momentary melancholy and relaxed. After all, I was partaking in “the miracle of human flight,” to quote Louis C.K.!
The sight below me was pretty amazing, and I wished I hadn’t put my camera in the overhead where I couldn’t get to it with the seatbelt light still on. Below, shallow Lake Erie was green where the sun touched it, with dark blue patches of shadow from the many clouds; just below eye level were the clouds themselves, a cottony sea of white and blue that billowed and undulated into the distance; and straight ahead, a clear, summer blue sky.
The cloud cover was consistent the whole flight, and when we landed in Miami three hours later it was uncharacteristically overcast and a cool 80 degrees Fahrenheit. I deboarded, somewhat bemused from my nap and my emotions, and attempted to orient myself for my next move.
Baggage claim was to the left of the gate, while to the immediate right was the Admiral’s Club I’d sourced out before leaving. So I risked leaving my bags for a few minutes in favour of checking out the AC. Once again, I had a really friendly attendant. I explained my situation, and though she didn’t seem to think it would be a convenient option for me, she told me to “be her guest” and just go in anyway. So I took the opportunity to read through my paperwork to find out where I had to go for the next flight, and then used the nice private bathroom and freshened up a little. I could definitely have taken advantage of the free beverages and snacks, but I wasn’t really in the mood. I figured I had better go hunt down my luggage before somebody took it.
Well, my bags were the last pieces to be claimed, babysat by a couple of airline workers. I rented a cart, hoisted my stuff on top, and set out to find the ticket counter for TAM, my next airline. It was way on the other side of the airport, and on my way I passed myriad shops and restaurants, realizing I was starving (should have taken advantage of that free food!). I actually stumbled across the Miami Airport Hotel, which has reception right inside the airport. It was tempting, since by this time I was in no mood to pull an all-nighter in the airport, so I asked for details. It would have been $125 plus tax, and all they had was smoking (WTF? Is this 1992?), so I said I’d come back. Further down the line, at the very end, I found the TAM counter and negotiated my cart through the red tape maze of the economy line, only to be told I wouldn’t be able to check in until 3am. So that pretty much sealed the deal that I’d get a hotel, as I wasn’t about to babysit all three pieces of luggage and a purse all night on the non-security clearance side of the airport.
I located information and the courtesy phones, and called a Days Inn that offered free wi-fi and shuttle service. I went outside to wait for the shuttle…and was immediately devoured by insects. I think I got about 12 mosquito bites in as many minutes. Welcome to Miami! After waiting for the shuttle for almost an hour, the one that came with the Days logo told me they actually went to the Runway Inn. I said I didn’t care, as long as shuttle service was free and 24 hours, so that’s where I went.
My room was pretty much what you’d expect a $70 room near the Miami airport to be, but it was clean and quiet. I got a takeout menu from the front desk, ordered a philly steak sub and some cheesecake, and kicked back to watch the flatscreen. What was playing, you ask? Nothing less than Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, with no commercials! I caught Up In The Air (appropriate) on another channel after that.
All in all, it was a pretty successful day of travel. Even though having my flights 13 hours apart was awkward, it ended up working out since I had so much time to figure everything out. All this relaxation and winging it, I feel, is very in line with my new Brazilian lifestyle, I expect. And as usual, the Canadian trademark smile and small-talk goes a long way to getting great service and helpful advice! I’m very much looking forward to tomorrow’s sequel – hopefully you are, too.