Houston

Saturday, the 16th, I arose at 2:30 a.m. to get ready for our 3:20 a.m. taxi, which took us to the Las Vegas Airport shuttle stop. Our flight to Houston left at 7:00 a.m. KR decided it would be worse to get a few hours sleep and then not be able to sleep on the plane, so she stayed up cleaning the apartment and doing some last minute tasks while I got a few hours sleep. We arrived in Houston a little jaded after dragging bags all over two airports, but without major incident and without having to pay extra-weight charges (creative shifting at check-in). Matt was there waiting and drove us to their home. All of the vacant lots around them are being filled with new homes. We thoroughly enjoyed our few days with them, eating some good local food, laughing at the antics of Elijah and Oliver (they are characters), watching football games, and attending church. Megan dropped us off at the airport Monday the 18th and we were off to Colombia! By the way, our flight from Vegas to Houston was with United and on Delta from Houston to Bogota. Even though it was obviously a small sample, the friendly skies have clouded over. You have to do a better job, United. Delta beat you hands down.

Chomping Down a Breakfast Burrito