As my dad says, “Oh the best-laid plans of mice and men.” The picture above is a bunch of our new icebreaker friends standing around at the airport in Dallas waiting for their suitcases to make it to the baggage claim. Rainy took this with her trusty cellphone, because our cool new cameras are packed and it was too hard to get them out and then have to repack them again right away.
You might wonder why in the heck we were picking up our luggage in Dallas, since we were supposed to go all the way to Punta Arenas. Well…it’s because the best-laid plans of mice and men never seem to work out the way mice and men think they will. (Rainy is looking over my shoulder and shaking her head, and saying it should be mice and people, or mice and men and women. WHATever.) I am just glad my supply of Mentos, Jolly Ranchers, Atomic Fireballs, and gumi worms was in my carry-on bag, because my big suitcase is lost. I hope they find it, though, because otherwise I will have to wear long underwear that is WAY too big.
Our flight to Santiago was totally cancelled. The bad part is that we were supposed to be in Punta Arenas checking out the icebreaker by now. The good part is that the airline people got us awesome rooms in a big hotel in Dallas. I’ve never seen anything like this. When Ash and I open our door to go out, we’re not, like, in some dumpy stinky hallway. We’re on a balcony that is eight floors above the lobby. Looking over the railing, we see this creek and the tables at the restaurant and stuff, but it’s all indoors. Outdoors but indoors. So you can stay cool in the air conditioning but still feel like you’re outside. Ash and I had omelets and bacon and juice for breakfast, and we got the chef to put some of everything in them, which included jalapeno peppers. Dooooood. I had no clue my tongue could feel so hot without actually being on fire. Rainy said she would just have fruit, because fruit is better for you. But then the bacon smelled so good and she was so hungry, she had a whole bunch of bacon, too.
So we are supposed to get on a plane for Santiago and then Punta Arenas tonight, but not till about 9:00. I guess we will have to sleep while we’re flying. I talked to Mom and Dad on the phone. Dad laughed and said the thing about mice and men. Mom is strangely calm. She said, “Predictable.” And, “Well, Dr. Smith knows there’ll be you-know-what to pay if they don’t take good care of you.” She always says “you-know-what” when she means a swear word. We are having fun thinking up all the words she really wanted to say.
I hope the next time I write, I will have a view of the Nathaniel B. Palmer out my window!