Honeymoon (Getting There)

It's been quite while since I posted an update.  Oops.  Here goes the story of the honeymoon.  It was AWESOME!

Day 1 and morning of Day 2 (Getting there!)

L asked me approximately 15 times on Saturday what time we needed to leave our house to make it to the airport in time.  We had to drive from our house to Chicago (about 5 hours).  I told him we should leave at 9:30 or 10 a.m. to be sure we had time to park, get to the terminal, check our bag, and all the other crap we have to do before the plane actually leaves at 6:30 p.m.

Sunday morning, I get up and get showered.  I assumed that I would tell L when it was time to get ready and go.  I got about getting ready in the upstairs bathroom and when I come out, he has just gotten out of the shower and is getting dressed.  I'm amazed since I usually have to force him to get up.  We get the few things we still need to pack together and get everything in the car.  It is only 8:30 at this point.  I figure no big deal, we'll be early.  We get coffee and they ask when we have to be there.  I tell the barrista that we will get there pretty early since we left so early and L says "what?  we left early?"  Ummmm, yep.  I only told you 15 times last night what time we needed to leave....

So we get to the airport and get to the terminal.  We have time to kill, which I find a little annoying, but not the end of the world.  You never know what security will be like.  To be totally honest, I used to fly a lot and a couple yeas ago I stopped because I don't have time.  All of my airport experiences in the last month have been leaps and bounds better than it used to be.  We got through security so fast!  Not even a big deal at all!

The plane took us to Atlanta where we stayed over night.  I thought L was going to throat punch the shuttle driver.  Or pee his pants.  Or both.  The guy was doing like 85 in a 45 zone around curves.  It was intense and L is the worst about riding in cars.  He has to drive.  The hotel was one of those that is 15 stories and completely open in the center.  There are walkways around each floor that are open to the center of the hotel.  And a big glass elevator.  We were on the 9th floor and I felt bad for L because he is terrified of heights and there was no way to not look at what was going on.  When we checked in, the girl said to us "you have a balcony with a view of the airstrip!"  Like it was a good thing...

We stayed the night.  Amazingly, we didn't have any problems with airplane noise.  Another crazy (though less than the night before!) ride on the shuttle, wait in the airport (though much shorter this time), and then we were off to Costa Rica!  By the time we finally got there, got through customs, got our bag, and went to the car rental place it was 12:30 p.m.