Around the World in 20 Hours

Because I had to be at the airport before 5am, I did not have the chance to eat breakfast. Nutrition and taste aside, the unbelievably high prices that Burger King charges for their gourmet delights (which I shall address in a future post) dissuaded me from investing in indigestion. Instead, I boarded my flight while thoughts of scrambled eggs and sausages danced through my head. Given the airline industry’s reluctance to serve meals on flights, and the growing void in my gut, I was filled with glee and a mouth of Pavlovian saliva when I was handed my piping hot breakfast sandwich, complete with fruit and a muffin. Thank you Continental. You made me breakfast. You made my morning.

I was traveling back to my native Minneapolis. Due to layovers, delays and a screaming man on the tarmac in Chicago, I didn’t get back to my parents’ house until nearly midnight, over 20 hours after leaving my home in Heredia. But I couldn’t complain. I had just traveled over 5,000 miles in less than a day. Sunrise had lit up palm trees, swaying in the breeze like couples dancing salsa. Sundown showed leaves just budding on branches reaching upward, stretching after months of frigid snow cover. I traveled worlds away in a revolution around the sun. On a full stomach.

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