Well it turns out that my dad is going to be brining him to Fletcher Allen .... its about 11 and my flight leaves at 13:30... we have decied it would be best for me to be checked in and everything by 12:30.... well the plan was to go to lunch as a family... we were to meet at 11.... well we met at 11... but at the emergency room .... we say our good byes... ( ethan is fine... now has a glued up forehead... ) well we get to the airport... my flight is delayed... my mom says that we should grab lunch at the airport... well we go up to the restaurant... right after we order, they changed our flight and it is the final boarding call.... i still need to get through security... well i make it... i had to run ( full on sprint) to the gate, where i was the last one on the plane...
It was a good flight from Burlington to New York.... Now i am sitting listing to 3 business men talking about the best types of tequila... a group of old people who i am assuming are going to Morocco... and elderly ( asumming Moroccan) woman sitting sort of down a few seats looking in amazement at my laptop. now i am just waiting.... at 3am in the morning ( VT time) i will be in Casablanca Morocco.... Its crazy to think... what have i gotten myself into....
