Ugh. Transit day. Always the worst day of a holiday. Today we had to get three flights – Bridgetown to Miami, Miami to Chicago, and finally Chicago to Boston. American Airlines tells us that the transit times are sufficient to catch our connections, but they haven’t met the TSA.
Up before 5 AM, packed our last few things, and walked out in the dark to try and find a bus to the airport. Luckily one came past in a few minutes and we arrived at the airport two hours before our flight. Being the only early flight, checking and security were very quick, so we sat there with lots of time to spare.
The flight to Miami on a Boeing 737-800 was uneventful although the Wi-Fi didn’t work over the ocean which meant that there was no entertainment, and even on an international flight they would only give you a cup of water unless you wanted to pay for something. Arrived on time but it took us 30 minutes to get off the plane, an hour to get through immigration and another hour to get through TSA screening even though we were in transit. You would’ve thought three hours was sufficient to get from one plane to another, but we ended up running down the concourse and arrived at the gate as they were calling our flight. Just had time to duck across the way and buy the first things I could see for lunch. Rather stressful, and this is not even the shortest transit of the day.
We were rather spoiled on the next leg to Chicago. We were given pretzels AND water. Arrived a few minutes early, which was going to be handy as we had a very short 30 minute connection. However, when we landed we found that the Boston flight had not yet arrived and was running about 30 minutes late, so we had enough time to grab some tea at Maccas.
Finally on to our last flight of the day, and took off through the pink sunset.
Arrived in Boston to be met by Brendan and a couple of special girls in the back seat. Hayden seemed excited to see us, and Kaia slept on blissfully.