My worst travel fears became a reality this past weekend. We missed our connecting flight and had no other option but to wait 24 hours for the next flight from Dallas to Savannah. After a three hour wait for our luggage and a thirty minute wait for the shuttle bus, we collapsed in the hotel room.
Despite the crazy circumstances, we were able to visit my cousin Megan and her kids. The great thing about having Catholic and Puerto Rican relatives is that we have a cousin in practically every city!
We are now safe (and sane) in Hilton Head…
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