Okay folks, I know you want the whole story, so let me be brief and you can read the full version in my book that will be published...um...like a year after I start it. so Scott and I were to return to Denver at 6 am Sunday morning. we all got on the plane and heard there might be a small delay as the techs look at an issue on the wing. A bird flew into the wing during Sunday morning in bound from Denver to CR. Later, when de boarded, I saw the dent. Though we were all hopefully the first hour and after being un boarded and fed lunch, they determined not safe to fly. I am okay with that. So they were going to try to get us on American, but it is booked. We are talking 150 passengers. They only fly one plane down on Saturday nights. So they flew in a new plane Sunday. Mean while, after arriving at 3:30 am, waiting for news, and being served two meals (one really gross) we were sent to claim our bags, stuff ourselves in shuttle vans, and go to the Best Western with a voucher at Denny's. Oh yum. thankfully I have such an awesome husband who is good at handling these situations and we got on the first bus, first group to get rooms, and went ahead to eat dinner on the early bird side of things before 18 hungry teens and at least a dozen young, tired children flooded the place. Went to bed early! Watched Jack Reacher on computer and set the alarm for 3am, again. 3:30, first in line of 150, new flight number, same time, same flight plan, same crew, same passengers and same captain. That is when the de ja vu started. The captain was so cool. There was an issue with the passes of ten teen volunteers. Apparently, they were at the end of the line and got checked in after the country standard time period of two hours prior by a few minutes. I am guessing this was the fault of the check in staff, as they weren't ready when we got there to check back in. So anyway, immigration wanted to pull the teens off the plane without their adult chaperone, rebook them, and so on. Which would mean we all would have to get off the plane, claim baggage, recheck in a third time, and so on so the kids could get their bags. Never mind they would be unattended minors in a foreign country. The pilot said no one was getting off his plane, especially those teens. They had the authorities come down to the airport, he did whatever diplomacy he had to do, two more hours. We were taken off the airplane, but allowed to leave all our stuff as we ALL getting back on that plane and going home. i think this was about nine. We had a little yoga with the yogis returning from
retreat, the kids played freeze tag and the teens, well, not sure what they were up to exactly. We were fed another meal. Just as Scott and I got in line for a sack of whatever they could find upstairs on the
terminal cafes, we got on the busses to the mew plane with a wolf on its tail. We left San Jose, Costa Rica. We did land in Denver about five so happy to see the kids when we got up to Longmont. I don't know if things could have gone smoother on the part of Frontier. I know there were several agitated folks. But, in the end, I think we all understood that they were doing what they could. Sure they could have communicated there was no hope of using the first plane sooner. AndI am pretty sure most of the food gave people stomach aches. However, I do know the flight attendance were awesome, we did get two vouchers, three meals, movies on the plane, chips, snack bars, all the drinks we wanted, and a bit of humor in part of the pilot. Sure wish I remembered his name. Oh, and the folks of flight 87, I mean 2087, no make that 987, was it 2088 in the end? Yes, so the passengers I spent 30 some odd hours with we're great. Through all the grumbling, there was always laughter. I met some very interesting people from all over Colorado. Also, l "like" the fan page of the farm of the Tica, what Costa Ricans call themselves, sitting next to me of Facebook. Oh, and who else,
besides the twenty or so men, women, and children who joined us, can say they did a flash mob yoga with total strangers they just spent two days with in an international airport waiting room offering our practice to our flight home. A prayer that was answered just thirty minutes after savasanna. Namaste.
The moral of this story is things happen, find a silver lining, do unexpected yoga in public (dancing also works), and drink your lemonade. Breath. Oh, yah, and Sara can't make it short. (Shrug)
I promise to write about the good stuff of our trip with you later. Wait until you see the hummingbird pictures!
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