My morning started at 3:50 am, that’s the time my first alarm went off. Three alarms later, I rushed to get up, panicking, thinking I was already late for my first flight. I quickly showered, finished throwing in last minute items into the suitcase, grabbed a bottle of water, then I was out the door. By 6:30 am, I was through the long, dreaded security line, took my trek to the gate, and boarded my first of two flights for the day — this one at Sea-Tac airport, the next in about four more hours at Dallas Fort Worth international airport. Dallas welcomed me with 92 degree heat. I was certainly not in Seattle anymore. And Miami must have known...
[Bolivia bloggers] Day 1: 3 airports down, 2 to go…






