18 hour plane rides are the antithesis of fun

I am pleased to report that i am not dead. Other than a delay at Laguardia, a five mile sprint thru the Atlanta Airport, and the subsequent sweat fest that ensued once i got to my seat, i made it, both 50lb bags made it, and i did not get sucked up by a vortex at the airport, as previously feared. However, I would like to make a formal request to any Delta Officials perusing the internet and that happen upon this blog that nobody reads: Way too much leg room in Coach. I say drop it from 8 inches to 4. Nobody will notice.

Anyway, after getting 2 hours of crappy sleep on the overnight flight, i managed to pull myself together to meet and greet my host family. The Family, Gustavo, Ilda, and their daughter, who is inflicted with dwarfism, live in a great house in a lovely neighborhood and could not be nicer. I have my own apartment separated from the house. Soon after arriving, they suggested i take a nap. Just wanting to be a good guest, i complied.

I made the mistake of rehearsing some spanish greetings and conversation pieces before i got to the house, which has promptly backfired, as they now think i can speak and understand spanish. I haven´t understood a single word since. However, on the bright side, i like water without gas.