Did we remember everything? That is always the question as we sit there waiting for the taxi to arrive. With 4 completely full suitcases you would think we couldn’t possibly need anything else. Last minute call to see if Wayne had any jello shot cups but we found some room in a backpack so we are all set

At the one mile mark from the airport, it dawns on me my shades that I had been meaning to get out of the car are still in the car. Doh! Looks like I’ll be sporting a fresh set of lenses from an airport somewhere.

We checked in at the curb. The nicest skycap was talking trash with everyone. The cowboys ahead of us whom were no doubt on their way to a rodeo asking where their horses were. The New Yorker that followed wanted none of the Texas humor. Christine rolled with him. Trinidad here we come. He was too busy to weigh the behemoth of a bag that we had packed with stuff for the boat. As it grazed the scale it registered 57 lbs but I know that it’s closer to 70lbs form our scale at the house. Only charged us for 2 extra bags at low rate of $30 each. A bargin when compared to shipping things to Trinidad that required a broker and minimum charge that exceeds the price of an airfare.

We are chillin in the Austin airport ready for that first cold beverage in Dallas to start the adventure off correctly.