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After spending a day in New
Orleans, we went back to our hotel, happy to be packing up
for the last time.
We got up at four the next morning
and took an airport taxi across the street to the airport.
Without any complications we checked our bags and were in
the air on the way home.
According to our tickets we had
more than an hour to spend at our connection in Georgia.
After grabbing some food we found our gate but the plane
arriving there was going to New York. That's when we
first realized that something was wrong. The helpful
people at the Delta ticket counter informed us that the
morning flight to Portland had taken off two minutes before
we landed and there wouldn't be another until seven that
night. They generously gave us new tickets and seven
dollars each to spend on food for the whole day.
The prospect of spending eleven hours sitting in the Atlanta
airport was not very exciting. I just kept thinking
about how we were supposed to have gotten home in the early
afternoon and now we wouldn't arrive until after bedtime.
We divided our time between wandering around, reading
Perelandra, by C. S. Lewis, and buying food to eat.
Eventually we rented a movie to watch on my laptop, but the
loudspeaker kept playing messages reminding people not to
leave their baggage unattended, making hearing the dialogue
hard. Needless to say, we did not buy any "I Love
Atlanta" paraphernalia.
Joshua did really well taking naps
in the bundler and playing happily. I was glad that he
had learned how to walk so that he wasn't wanting to crawl
on the dirty floor.
On the way home at last!!!
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