02/07/22:

 Detroit Airport, 6:45am EST/3:45am PST

    I am good in this airport! Even though the Zzzs to be had were majorly disappointing. The guy next to me on my flight from LAS → DTW? Took up two seats of leg space. My poor back.

    The only dislike about the Detroit Airport is that I'm so close to Canada that Verizon geolocated me there, but I can't watch Flash, because I'm "roaming." Except texts, calls, data (up to .5gb/day) is free in Canada (and Mexico), so...

    Anyway, I was happy with this because my connection was only two gates down and I managed to resist both the blankets and hot coffee for sale. First of all, I have plenty of blankets, and I'm an iced coffee girl. But it's 22 degrees and snowing. Get me to the Southern Hemisphere ASAP.

    This is a friendly reminder that I would have frozen in my East Coast life dreams.

    Ooh! We're about to board.

    TTYL

DTW → FLL, 7:21AM EST/4:21am PST

    Boarding was a dream thanks to my one nice, not messed up ticket. Once again, I'm begging for this not to happen in Lima. LIM → FLL can be the one perfect ticket on the return flights; I'll handle the rest.

    It's really exciting, honestly. I think I was giving myself a feverish-from-stress vibe, and that's why I wasn't fully enjoying the days prior to my trip. Thank God the trash is gone, and I was kind enough to wash my sheets and make my bed for future jetlagged me.

    I think she'll really like it.

    Okay, I think we're going to take off soon.

    Ciao for now.

FLL, gate G13, 12:54pm EST/9:54am PST

    So far, so good. I'm finding my gates without a hitch, and managing to charge my phone. It could be way worse, I know.

    I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop. When will my good luck end? I'm worried that it'll be ten times worse when/if it does. That's been my experience, at least. All good luck must come to an end, and the more you had, the worse it is.

    I'm also worried that I'm bugging Uncle Dirk. Cramping his style so to speak. I don't know why. I think I'm just worried about coming all this way, only to be fully unwanted. Well, I'll always have my beaches. But how embarrassing, right?

    Stephanie is worried I'll get kidnapped. How dramatic. I'm sure I'll be fine, even if I need some Google Translate here and there. I've got an outlet at my gate and am watching Flash while I write here, since I finished the show shortly before I left.

    I trust my coworker to watch the shop, but to handle the rest of them? Especially one of them, who is giving shit attitude to people who don't deserve it. How ungrateful can you be? Jesus Christ. I feel so bad.

    Anyway. The one who is getting the undeserved attitude did a review of the one giving the attitude, and honestly? I'm starting to despise the one giving it. Ungrateful ass bitch. Even if I was told that her response was that she understood and would work on it.

    I still have... my issues with some aspects of this, but uh. Sure, I trust that it won't burn down. 

    I guess.

    I'm not hungry-- and shouldn't be spending $$ anyway-- but I'm craving chocolate covered pretzels. A staple in my college days. Gotta distract myself with Flash. I'm almost to HR's season. 

    Adios!

Gate G13, pt ii, 2:46pm EST/11:46am PST

    I don't know why I'm so surprised everyone at this gate for a flight to Peru is speaking Spanish. It makes me angry and nostalgic in the same breath. I miss my mom, but I'd hit her in the same breath. I wonder what I'll be like in Peru. If maybe this was the best idea for my own personal mental health. Peru is her birthplace, after all, but I have no memories of that place and so maybe I will be okay with Spanish after this, since I was okay with it at all my food service jobs.

    Some parts of this trip still give me anxiety, but I'm pretty damn resilient, right? I can handle it. I can handle anything. I was raised on tougher stuff. A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort, and all that. You don't watch all my shows, read all my books, to cope, and not come out of all of that a badass bitch.

    Whatever happens, I'm sure I'll be able to handle it. Ooh! I should write down every day I use a travel pass! To count how much money I'll owe Stephanie and David for this month's phone bill.

    There's about an hour and a half to go before I board my flight, so I'm watching Flash to help speed it up. Ironic?

     I think I can finish season 2 by the time my flight boards, and I can download some season 3, start on HR Wells. A unique Wells, in that he wasn't smart in an intellectual aspect, but loved more than life, literally. Honestly, I love all the Wellses, and Harry, but HR truly threw me for a loop, and I sob every time.

    So I hope the flight has outlets, or I can download as many as I can here and ration them in Peru-- except for Surf House Chicama, my hotel in Trujillo; undoubtedly they will have higher capacity Wi-Fi: no ration, more downloads... I hope!

    But... crying to it, not in my comfort nest? Maybe I should do Alex Rider instead. A different show for a different climate. I could do that, I think.

    My hand's cramping.

    Still an hour to go.

    Au Revoir!

FLL → LIM, 4:35pm EST/1:35pm PST

    I'm finally on the plane. This is the first leg of this journey where they actually physically changed my ticket when I brought it to their attention. That was nice.

    After this five hour flight is customs and baggage claim. The good is my next flight to Chicama in a few days is technically "domestic" and only a carry on. It's very exciting. Not only am I traveling for such a long time, but it's international! I'm such a sink or swim girl, lmfao.

    Customs, baggage, ATM. I hope customs goes by easily and quickly. I would like to get settled and sleep ASAP. Plane sleep is nice but just isn't as comfy. And then see if mine eyes were truly turned away from wicked things last time I came here.

    YSL has a new shoe sale going on, and they're lowkey cute. A small regret of leaving now. We'll see if YSL's stock will be kind to me, in terms of leftovers.

    Ciao!